What. No, minors can't have alcohol -- what are you on about?
[ Dwarven minors? What kind of fantasy-realism world is Gildor living in, right now. He's rambling, and Bakugo is straining to catch what he says, the bits and pieces of conversation that they're trying to have. It frustrates him, more and more, and his voice grows tight and his sentences clipped. Leaning closer, until he's walked his upper half out towards Gildor to snag at fistfuls of his robes, tugging. Incessant. ]
Water. I got you water.
[ He clarifies: ]
Water. You'll make yourself sick, and it'll all end up in your robes.
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What. No, minors can't have alcohol -- what are you on about?
[ Dwarven minors? What kind of fantasy-realism world is Gildor living in, right now. He's rambling, and Bakugo is straining to catch what he says, the bits and pieces of conversation that they're trying to have. It frustrates him, more and more, and his voice grows tight and his sentences clipped. Leaning closer, until he's walked his upper half out towards Gildor to snag at fistfuls of his robes, tugging. Incessant. ]
Water. I got you water.
[ He clarifies: ]
Water. You'll make yourself sick, and it'll all end up in your robes.