Cafe NoirLevi is a tea sort of person; he doesn't mind the smell of coffee, but he can't stand the taste. It doesn't matter how much milk or sugar is put into the drink, it's simply too strong. The dark color of the liquid combined with the thickness of the taste- Levi figured that was what made it hard to swallow. But the smell. The smell was good, that's something you can't argue against. The smell lingered, on fingertips, breath, clothes and hallways; it followed its drinkers around throughout the day.
Hanji was a coffee sort of person; known throughout the base as possibly jokingly having a "death before decaf" tattoo somewhere on their body. But coffee was a necessary for them- the barracks occasionally lacked heat during the colder months, and it always helped having something piping hot in your hands to slug down your throat. But that was a superficial reason, a far as Hanji was concerned. No, the true reason was that in terms of the completion of their research, one of the