[ March is quiet for a few beats too many, eyes narrowing a tiniest fraction as he looks at the other’s face. Given the strangers pointed look he's clearly sure he's right. But this guy also looks like he’s sort of fucked up in a very specific half-starving way and he looks like he’s a victorian mail carrier like the Walrus looking guy and March is a very modern fella, so. It’s hard to make an educated guess. He settles on something else: ]
You wanna try it anyways?
[ Does he have an old bottle he'd found here that he'd already stashed away? Absolutely. He’s got a nose for booze, which is deeply ironic considering he cannot smell. ]
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You wanna try it anyways?
[ Does he have an old bottle he'd found here that he'd already stashed away? Absolutely. He’s got a nose for booze, which is deeply ironic considering he cannot smell. ]