[ How hard could it be to scrounge up something like breadsticks or whatever? Nonetheless, the mention of more booze has Squalo perking up. He sits up a bit too suddenly, groans, then laughs breathlessly at his own sorry state. ]
A'ight, fuck that, it's getting plastered time. Hey, I think I had some left, too. [ He pauses, eyeing Dodger for a moment, the somewhat suspicious narrowing of eyes shifting into a little smug smirk when he catches a whiff of that admiration. You could think he's actually basking in the attention. ]
[ Well, he is extremely starved for it at the moment. ]
When you say "harder shit"...
[ He's not sure if he wants to do drugs, sorry. Then again, his relative self-loathing seems to be at an all time high, so who knows. ]
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[ How hard could it be to scrounge up something like breadsticks or whatever? Nonetheless, the mention of more booze has Squalo perking up. He sits up a bit too suddenly, groans, then laughs breathlessly at his own sorry state. ]
A'ight, fuck that, it's getting plastered time. Hey, I think I had some left, too. [ He pauses, eyeing Dodger for a moment, the somewhat suspicious narrowing of eyes shifting into a little smug smirk when he catches a whiff of that admiration. You could think he's actually basking in the attention. ]
[ Well, he is extremely starved for it at the moment. ]
When you say "harder shit"...
[ He's not sure if he wants to do drugs, sorry. Then again, his relative self-loathing seems to be at an all time high, so who knows. ]