Chapter 771 – Instant Coffee
His synapses were swimming in afterglow fog. Thoughts came like drunk toddlers. His internal math processor had taken the day off.
He blinked again.
Oh yeah.
He needed coffee.
He needed marriage-level coffee.
He stumbled off the bed, nearly tripping over Mira's tail, cursed quietly, avoided stepping on one of Rava's tentacles, and made his way toward the counter like an ancient demon returning from war.
His steps weren't steady.
He looked like a newborn foal learning how knees worked.
His wings dropped.
His tail dragged.
His hair was a disaster.
But he made it.
He reached the counter.
He grabbed the first packet he saw.
Instant coffee.
A mortal sin in itself.
He did not care.
This was an emergency case.
He ripped it open with his teeth, dumped it into a mug, added hot water from the kettle without checking if it was clean, stirred it with a pen he found, and drank.
It tasted like burnt dirt filtered through depression.
