[ Oof. Midnight hisses as soon as his delayed senses inform him that his titties are in ice hell, then accepts the bottle with both hands, unconsciously opening it and taking a sip. ]
Shirt is gone. I mean, I'm not certain about that, but I trust Sylvain implicitly. Have you met him? He's right there.
[ He points at Sylvain, his newest friend, as though Gregor hasn't seen him yet.
Wait, keep drinking! Good ideas from good friends. He continues to sip, humming happily. It's so nice to be with people. ]
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Shirt is gone. I mean, I'm not certain about that, but I trust Sylvain implicitly. Have you met him? He's right there.
[ He points at Sylvain, his newest friend, as though Gregor hasn't seen him yet.
Wait, keep drinking! Good ideas from good friends. He continues to sip, humming happily. It's so nice to be with people. ]