[Once he's satisfied, Ryou takes a seat himself, his tail loosely curling around of the chair legs as he reaches for the milk he'd brought out. He's not shy about adding to his cup at all, and follows a small stream of milk with a few sugars.

(he is, unequivocally, just like this)

As he stirs lazily, he can't help but give a small smile at that.]

It probably doesn't come across since I'm a monster and we all understand the same language...but I am Japanese. Not that I haven't been other places. I even lived in Egypt for a short while.

[There's no harm in thinking about that, and certainly no harm in a little small-talk. His tail wrapping around the chair leg and twitching should be ignored wholeheartedly.]