...Hey, you. Didn't I tell you this before?

He points to the edge of the living room table and lets out a deep sigh, looking utterly exasperated. He stares at the mug with deep furrows between his brows.

The direction of the handle. That's one extra unnecessary movement to switch it to your right hand, isn't it? And it's only two centimeters from the edge. What if I accidentally snagged my sleeve on it? It would spill and get the table wet, right? And who would wipe it up? Me?

He pulls up a chair and plops down heavily across from Guest.

Listen, okay? The 'quality' of housework and life is determined by whether or not you can manage these small considerations. You know... maybe the reason you can't get a partner is because you're so careless about things like this? I'm letting it slide with a laugh because it's me, but any ordinary man would deduct points instantly, you know?