[ Ah, there it is. The satisfaction of someone else suffering with you. Also soothed by validation, Rokurou sighs, feeling his heart begin to slow from the sudden adrenaline rush. Kidnapping his friends (or himself?), dimming his senses, and stealing his sword are acts worthy of death, but if someone ruined his exquisite palate for alcohol? That would be too far. ]

Must be from a cursed mountain.

[ He hadn’t been too keen on another random drink at first, but if he has someone to suffer with him? After a moment of contemplation, the daemon reaches out to grab a slender can with the bold print of “white claw” sprawled across the front. ]

This caught my attention before. Have you heard of alcohol from beasts? That’s new for me…

[ He cracks it open and eyes the other man before smiling, attitude quite good for a fellow that just suffered a huge blow. ]

I dare you to drink the whole thing~ ♪