[There's a slight noise of alarm just before the coffee's tipped into his mouth. Kristoph's warning echoes in the back of his head even as he feels the liquid flow towards his throat and he realizes it's room temperature. It doesn't taste especially like good coffee either. Maybe it's already too late now. Maybe even the slightest ingested drop will be lethal. His fingers find their way to Matt's wrist to try and pry the hand off his face, but it's no good. The hysteria alone is enough to have his stomach roil and to have tears spring up in his eyes.
Matt had the right idea with covering his mouth, because if it weren't for that hand, he would've spit the coffee into the man's face.
About ten seconds pass before he makes the mistake of producing a panicked "Mmhm!" sound in hopes of getting Kristoph's attention. If the man is even still alive at this point, anyway. That's what dooms his fate. The moment the sound ends, his throat reflexively opens up and the coffee flows on towards his stomach.]
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Matt had the right idea with covering his mouth, because if it weren't for that hand, he would've spit the coffee into the man's face.
About ten seconds pass before he makes the mistake of producing a panicked "Mmhm!" sound in hopes of getting Kristoph's attention. If the man is even still alive at this point, anyway. That's what dooms his fate. The moment the sound ends, his throat reflexively opens up and the coffee flows on towards his stomach.]