[chuuya doesn't quite have room to judge cain on his appearance-- it may be bright and early but he has yet to actually sleep, so he's out looking equally tired (if still mostly put-together, thanks to the fact that he's been out running errands right after his shift at the bar.) he's just got some last things to pick up before he goes home, that's all.

but he will judge the coffee, not breaking that eye contact as he gives cain a flat look.]

Yeah, I am. The hell is wrong with you, huh?

[he shoves his purchases across the counter as he finishes-]

Coffee's gonna ruin the taste, why even bother sneaking shit in if you're gonna do that to it?