[During the minute that Nihlus stands there seemingly stupefied, Alan seriously considers just backing up and attempting to make a get away. He doesn’t know why he can’t seem to stop answering Nihlus’s questions in the worst ways imaginable, but he neither wants to be asked anything else nor to see Nihlus’s reaction to the answers he’s given already. He’s just starting to maybe turn aside when Nihlus suddenly dumps his drink onto the ground and grabs Alan by the shoulders.]
I’d really rather not, [Alan says in a rush, even as Nihlus is strong-arming him out of the crowd. He’s belatedly putting it together that the drink in his hand is responsible for his current lack of verbal filter—and yet, he’d seen Nihlus drink it as well and the latter hasn’t said anything too shocking yet. Is the effect not as strong on him?
Well. There’s only one way to find out and it’s not like Alan can make the situation much worse.]
And what have you been doing, Nihlus?
[Look, if they’re doing confessions now, Alan doesn’t want to be the only participant.]
no subject
I’d really rather not, [Alan says in a rush, even as Nihlus is strong-arming him out of the crowd. He’s belatedly putting it together that the drink in his hand is responsible for his current lack of verbal filter—and yet, he’d seen Nihlus drink it as well and the latter hasn’t said anything too shocking yet. Is the effect not as strong on him?
Well. There’s only one way to find out and it’s not like Alan can make the situation much worse.]
And what have you been doing, Nihlus?
[Look, if they’re doing confessions now, Alan doesn’t want to be the only participant.]