It's our fridge. Unless that was your drink, I don't see why I shouldn't be drinking whatever from it.

[Despite the warmth that's fell upon him like a blanket. Stranger still is the residing fullness since drinking that bottle. Naoto might have been right-- his head shaking to refocus on what she said.]

No, it's a bit early-- mmn [A sound escapes his lips and his brow deepens as the sensation picks up gurgling; his hand planting itself on his slim middle.]