[Yeah! Don't these people know that you're supposed to pretend you didn't see someone else's trauma spilled all over the place, damn.
Granted, it would be a lie to say that this execution didn't affect him at all--but she's been nothing but chill with him and he'd be incredibly surprised if she wanted to talk about anything at all pertaining to what just happened, so he isn't bothered by her approach.]
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she's hobbling out of the cabin to escape all these sad pcs, so she spots him on her way out. sir, why are you littering.]
... What are you doing?
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Granted, it would be a lie to say that this execution didn't affect him at all--but she's been nothing but chill with him and he'd be incredibly surprised if she wanted to talk about anything at all pertaining to what just happened, so he isn't bothered by her approach.]
This came in the mail. The tea's drugged.
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Seriously? [HELLO??? she looks at this drugged thermos, like, what the actual fuck.] They're just giving out poison now?
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[ERASE THE TRAUMA WITH DRUGS!!!! But he says it dryly, so he's clearly not serious.]
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Or they thought they could goad you into using it to murder someone.
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He makes a face, though, like this possibility annoys him. He shakes the last of the tea out, then puts the lid back on.]
They'd have a better chance of that with regular tea.
[This isn't true he's just grouchy. Stop giving him weird things. GIT OUTTA HERE.]
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What did it do, anyway? If you got one, there's a good chance somebody else received something similar.
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It would've made someone hallucinate, I think. Badly.
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Great... I hope there isn't another thermos out there, but I won't hold my breath.