Kite twitches a moment, and then turns over on one side. The movement causes Kite’s less-than-lissom form to roll over on top of his half-filled coffee cup, which promptly crumbles in response. With a sharp yelp, the overtired Kite suddenly leaps to attention.
“Gaahhhhh!” Kite screams suddenly, first (oddly) in fear, before he finally winces in pain. “My coffee!!!” he yells, looking at his brown-stained shirt and jeans, patting them down in a panic. As the burning sensation began to subside, he started to look for the one culpable to objurgate.
Kite turned towards Alfar in a newly tenebrous mood. “My. Coffee!...” he glowered darkly at the offending mage.
Exerting seemingly superhuman will, Kite took a moment to recompose his sour expression. “Well," he deprecated to Alfar darkly, "I’m glad to see that you are keeping yourself entertained.”
I think I can claim five words of the challenge!
To Alfar: