[some brief, faint amusement. His own feelings sober as he sits next to Minuet, leaning back on his hands. He doesn't prompt him to talk, but there's a gentle sense of patience, the kind that comes with being willing to sit and wait for as long as you have to]
[ surely it’s fine! He’s seen plenty of mortal drink it! (That he has not seen a living mortal drink it somehow slips his notice) ]
Please, be my guest!
[ tosses the bottle to him, it’s tied with a fancy little ribbon and stopped with a cork. The liquid inside is almost syrup-thick and smells sharp and sweet and smooth. ]
[ whelp! It is easily the most delicious thing he’s ever had in his life and it burns from head to toe the second it hits his tongue. It’s like if Ever Clear had a baby with silk and that baby stuck a fork in an electric socket while biting you. ]
[ oh, oh no Miku is profoundly charmed, and only the very tiniest slightest bit contrite. The bite goes away much more quickly than it would with alcohol, at least, leaving behind just the feeling of warmth and wellness. Like he just took a slug of pure Life, because he did. The buzz begins almost immediately as well, this stuff is not fucking around. ]
I did try to warn you!
[ he’s not taking the bottle back yet, in case Minuet wants to try again ]
[he lets his head fall back, sighing tiredly. There's a low key feeling of shame that starts to bubbles up, something that lingers in the background, just loud enough to remind you that it's there]
Like anything I felt didn't matter, because he deserved this. And he would be safe back home.
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