[Roman stares at the bottles. The first, then the second. Then back to Peter.]
What's with the midgrade shit?
[Maybe there was something charming about the pisswater. A Rumancek hospitality service or something. Maybe it is only because the Godfrey boy is starting to feel helplessly put into place and pacified by the whole fucking universe.
Or maybe it's because the bite is starting to itch. Roman puts a hand to his inner forearm and rubs.
Something's not right.]
Sure... Don't draw a dick on my face if I fall asleep.
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What's with the midgrade shit?
[Maybe there was something charming about the pisswater. A Rumancek hospitality service or something. Maybe it is only because the Godfrey boy is starting to feel helplessly put into place and pacified by the whole fucking universe.
Or maybe it's because the bite is starting to itch. Roman puts a hand to his inner forearm and rubs.
Something's not right.]
Sure... Don't draw a dick on my face if I fall asleep.