[ Well, it's fucking disgusting, but that's what he expects from Reno at this point: there's no real reason to control his expression, which contorts with a wrinkle of his nose and a gaping of his mouth, staring aghast at the beer that sloshes out of Reno's choking onto the table, back into the cup, onto his shirt, and then, of course, splattered onto his own arm that he has on the table between them. Immediately, like a disgusted kid, he wipes his arm off bodily on Reno's closest body part--that ends up being his shoulder, smearing his suit with the little flicker of backwash, rubbing and rubbing until he feels satisfied.
Forlornly, he looks at the glass. It's nearly empty, and what's left is probably mostly Reno's spit; with a long sigh, resigned, he looks back at the cigarette. ]
Shut up. [ Reno's laughing at him, he knows it--he hates it, but whatever. Too drunk to pull up the buster sword and cut him in half, so he decides he might as well follow instructions. With a wary eye at Reno, he puts the cigarette between his lips and takes in a deep breath--which, of course, comes out in a coughing rush of smoke.
Annoyed, he immediately flicks the cigarette away...and into the glass of Reno's spit-beer. ]
Ah. [ Is he smiling? He's definitely starting to smile, like he can't quite believe it. ] My bad.
[ He doesn't look like he thinks it's bad: he's pretty smug about it. ]
Get us another round. You're not drinking the rest of that.
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Forlornly, he looks at the glass. It's nearly empty, and what's left is probably mostly Reno's spit; with a long sigh, resigned, he looks back at the cigarette. ]
Shut up. [ Reno's laughing at him, he knows it--he hates it, but whatever. Too drunk to pull up the buster sword and cut him in half, so he decides he might as well follow instructions. With a wary eye at Reno, he puts the cigarette between his lips and takes in a deep breath--which, of course, comes out in a coughing rush of smoke.
Annoyed, he immediately flicks the cigarette away...and into the glass of Reno's spit-beer. ]
Ah. [ Is he smiling? He's definitely starting to smile, like he can't quite believe it. ] My bad.
[ He doesn't look like he thinks it's bad: he's pretty smug about it. ]
Get us another round. You're not drinking the rest of that.