Thanks, Gin. [ The lack of honorific is likely because he forgot to slap one on, but it'll probably stick anyway.
He smiles back all the same. Looking down at the bottle, he raises it a bit, as though toasting to him before screwing off the top to take a whiff. Shizuo's nose wrinkles in distaste, but he coaches his face into apathy in the presence of a hard liquor veteran.
He tilts it back and takes a swig right off the top, not even bothering to look for a cup. He licks his lips and assesses the flavour. ] Could be worse.
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He smiles back all the same. Looking down at the bottle, he raises it a bit, as though toasting to him before screwing off the top to take a whiff. Shizuo's nose wrinkles in distaste, but he coaches his face into apathy in the presence of a hard liquor veteran.
He tilts it back and takes a swig right off the top, not even bothering to look for a cup. He licks his lips and assesses the flavour. ] Could be worse.