Variety is the spice of life, my dear. If you feel sick of cheap beer -- and I'm sure anyone is, at this rate -- then I'm sure the new offerings will do great as a palate cleanser.
[Why is this delivered so damn suspiciously? He did not get propositioned and assaulted by a demon woman not to be pinged by the drip in these words. He pauses in the pit of balls to glance back, brows furrowed.]
looks at the bar, way more dubiously than he obviously did initially. Thinking about the very odd Bicker thing which went on... Chandra was weird as hell.]
[Hmm. Well. He isn't going to get better at drinking (and drinking probable Satan trickery) if he sits around being scared of hell's alcohol. And if it's a nice drink? So what. He's already usually amiable.]
I won't get stronger if I don't try some of them.
[He looks from Eto to the bar again before suddenly continuing to wade the rest of the way through the ball pit to the counter. There are two new drinks... Just gonna get the medicine one...]
Well! I can't say that isn't a forward-facing way to tackle the problem.
[ Okay, she's curious enough to also brave the ball pit even if she honestly kind of hates this. This new island sucks ass, actually. She'll climb up on a stool as soon as it's available, sighing and looking at the ball pit like it's filth. ]
[Hehe. Have some balls. He just smirks a little at the annoyance.]
It's a place people go who God won't ever forgive.
[So, like, it's hell and it'll be shitty. He leans on the counter with his forearms when the drink comes, and he does not have the foresight to think much of anything except maybe he'll be Extra Nice.
That must make being here awfully strange then, though. I wasn't much for religion, and my expectations for the afterlife were, well, close to nonexistent.
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He looks from her to the bar.]
They have drinks besides beer, I think.
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Did you try some?
[ She has been warned against those already, but. ]
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[He is wading slowly through the balls again, reaching the edge of the bar.]
Thought about testing if it was better or worse than the beer.
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They're even cuter colours, look at that.
[ She's not braving these balls. ]
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You've had them?
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Just a tiny taste. The reviews have been well-received taste-wise, but I can think of a handful who wouldn't drink it again.
But that handful includes Harrowhark and Chandra, so judge their taste as you will.
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They wouldn't...? Why? Did they say why?
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[ Very well she will tell Akira for being a good boy who asks questions. ]
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looks at the bar, way more dubiously than he obviously did initially. Thinking about the very odd Bicker thing which went on... Chandra was weird as hell.]
A... "nice" drink?
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[ She nods in agreement. She has not talked to anyone who has become a mean bitch by drinking it so she doesn't know how the opposite way works. ]
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I won't get stronger if I don't try some of them.
[He looks from Eto to the bar again before suddenly continuing to wade the rest of the way through the ball pit to the counter. There are two new drinks... Just gonna get the medicine one...]
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[ Okay, she's curious enough to also brave the ball pit even if she honestly kind of hates this. This new island sucks ass, actually. She'll climb up on a stool as soon as it's available, sighing and looking at the ball pit like it's filth. ]
Really, was this necessary?
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he scoops an armful of them up and throws them on her like confetti.]
It's different, so it's kind of fun.
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[ Smacking balls off of her!! It's not really that effective, they just land all over her and she's left on the stool looking grumpy. ]
For you, maybe. Even if Hell has an agenda, it doesn't mean I have to accept it.
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It's a place people go who God won't ever forgive.
[So, like, it's hell and it'll be shitty. He leans on the counter with his forearms when the drink comes, and he does not have the foresight to think much of anything except maybe he'll be Extra Nice.
He just has a swallow of it.]
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Are you a religious man?
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[He frowns into the drink.]
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That must make being here awfully strange then, though. I wasn't much for religion, and my expectations for the afterlife were, well, close to nonexistent.