[ Of course he couldn't avoid non-solo elevator trips forever. He had quietly entered with a polite nod to the other on some floor, and it's barely minutes before the giggling triad holds them hostage. Marcoh can only be exasperated -- how in the hell do people get anywhere if they do this all of the time?
He glances over at Netzach who is already going straight to the alcohol with great pity but also great empathy. Mood, dude. ]
Do you think it will count?
[ Taking the alcohol, sure. Why the hell not. He briefly considers whether it's fine to take a drink straight from the dude's bottle, but he offered so it's probably fine? Yeah, he takes a sip. ]
elevators;
He glances over at Netzach who is already going straight to the alcohol with great pity but also great empathy. Mood, dude. ]
Do you think it will count?
[ Taking the alcohol, sure. Why the hell not. He briefly considers whether it's fine to take a drink straight from the dude's bottle, but he offered so it's probably fine? Yeah, he takes a sip. ]
I could braid your hair if you'd like.