[that's...a lot of salt going into that cup, wasn't it? Styx watches with growing trepidation, thinking that he must really be on the verge of death to need that much. why didn't he feel worse? a poison that deadly, without any serious effects...it felt like something meant for a spy, not an idiot like that.]
Yeah. Thanks, man.
[thoughtfully, as one used to being the largest person in the room, the drummer leans in slightly to facilitate the check of his temperate while accepting the cup of salvation from Bingyun's hands. this was...an awful thing to contemplate, honestly, but if it was this or dying did he really have a choice?
he hesitates only long enough to find somewhere 'polite' to deal with the aftermath - this large bush, he guesses - and then...well, best to do it all in one gulp, right? maybe it won't be so awful if he doesn't taste much of it.
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Yeah. Thanks, man.
[thoughtfully, as one used to being the largest person in the room, the drummer leans in slightly to facilitate the check of his temperate while accepting the cup of salvation from Bingyun's hands. this was...an awful thing to contemplate, honestly, but if it was this or dying did he really have a choice?
he hesitates only long enough to find somewhere 'polite' to deal with the aftermath - this large bush, he guesses - and then...well, best to do it all in one gulp, right? maybe it won't be so awful if he doesn't taste much of it.
...the retching starts almost immediately.]