aka i use this akail for nothing color-related or akail-related because i have no muse
There was a cup of tea on his desk, she observed - steaming gently, as if it had just been brewed.
There was always a cup of tea on his desk. Sometimes it was a delicate white tea, tender and fragrant; other times it was a rich, smoky oolong with hints of charcoal and sweetness - but no matter what it was, it was always steaming hot. The question of how - for year after year of students had investigated and found no teapot, no hot water thermos - had been decreed one of the university's seven great mysteries.