There was a shattering noise in the kitchen followed by Kota saying "Cr**". Natalie runs in and says, "Kota?" Kota was holding his head, a shattered mug spread across the floor. Kota starts cleaning up while Natalie goes by him.
"I'm fine, it just slipped out of my hands, alright?" That, and my headache and sudden muscle weakness. Natalie helps clean up and sets four mugs on the counter.
"There. Please, Kota, be careful, okay?" she says. Kota nods, getting up. The kettle was on the stove already.