Loud Love disregarded the voice and the images - if Presence wanted him to listen it'd probably turn up the volume on it's speakers - and instead of taking a seat, went straight for the kitchen. Quickly locating the fridge, LL opened it, took out the milk and - yes, he fucking did it. He drank the most of it in one go, and he drank it right from the carton. A little bit spilled out and tricked down his face. He probably forgot most of the good manners while living... wherever he was living.
"Tasty."
"Tasty."