[ Yeah, he'd have to take a long drink, because it's fucking rosé. Still a hell of a lot funnier than whatever quip he fires back, since he looks like the kinda guy who knocks back grain alcohol from shotgun shells. The gifts seem to be personalized so it must be what he wanted. Good for him? ]
Gosh, thanks, I think I'd rather die. [ Her sarcasm comes off damn near chipper, now she feels marginally human again. For however long that lasts. ]
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Gosh, thanks, I think I'd rather die. [ Her sarcasm comes off damn near chipper, now she feels marginally human again. For however long that lasts. ]