A beat, and he looks a little embarrassed, but still shakes his head as though to double down, quietly stacking what's left into Hani's inventory along with the enormous piles of alcohol.]
I've got it. It's fine. I don't need help with this.
[The buzz just scratches like an itch. But he chews against the side of his tongue, trying to focus on Tylor. On Mithrun's smile that isn't Mithrun's smile.]
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A beat, and he looks a little embarrassed, but still shakes his head as though to double down, quietly stacking what's left into Hani's inventory along with the enormous piles of alcohol.]
I've got it. It's fine. I don't need help with this.
[The buzz just scratches like an itch. But he chews against the side of his tongue, trying to focus on Tylor. On Mithrun's smile that isn't Mithrun's smile.]
How long do I get?