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Jin stared on as Lars ripped his shirt off, glowering at the scene in front of him. He flexed a moment, cracking his neck.
He plunged his hand into something that Jin could not make out, grabbing a fistful and glaring at it. Lightning coursed through his body as he powered up, his lips curling into a snarl.
Alisa blinked, looking up from the book she was reading as she walked into the other room, confused. She peeked around the corner, her hair standing up slightly as her eyes grew slightly wide. She stood back slightly, almost worried for Jin who began to grow a bit pale. She shut her eyes.
The lightning reached a fever pitch before he finally yelled out; it dying down almost as suddenly as it picked up, whatever it was in his hands seemingly overheated…and almost smelled roasted. He then closed his fist, audibly crushing something. Alisa winced, hoping that Lars did not suddenly go mad and turn on his nephew.
Lars swept his hand around dramatically, opening his hand and dumping the dark powder out into the glass container with a flourish, adding boiling water and placing it in front of Jin. He added the top to the french press and placed a mug next to him. He folded his arms, blowing some of his hair out of his eye that had fallen. Alisa opened her eyes, peeking in.
Jin’s expression changed from worried to almost exasperated. He looked up at him, rolling his eyes.
”Did you seriously have to go through all of that for a cup of coffee.”
Lars shrugged. ”So freshly roasted and ground isn’t good enough for you? I suppose you would have had me go to Starbucks instead.”
Jin sighed, realizing it may be one of those days.