[Still going to keep a critical eye on her though, between that fall and how not with it she still sounds, something is up. Something has to be up.
He snags his abandoned cup back, the warmth is nice even through his gloves, raises it and-
it's a fluid, almost graceful motion as he tips his head back and very neatly pours the liquid seemingly straight down his throat. The curse of having beveled metal for cheeks: not conducive at all for being able to sip and savor anything. Still, it's warm, liquid, and doesn't taste too offensive, and hell, this is a show of comraderie, right?]
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[Still going to keep a critical eye on her though, between that fall and how not with it she still sounds, something is up. Something has to be up.
He snags his abandoned cup back, the warmth is nice even through his gloves, raises it and-
it's a fluid, almost graceful motion as he tips his head back and very neatly pours the liquid seemingly straight down his throat. The curse of having beveled metal for cheeks: not conducive at all for being able to sip and savor anything. Still, it's warm, liquid, and doesn't taste too offensive, and hell, this is a show of comraderie, right?]