[ The cheeky grin he says that with is not trustworthy whatsoever. Reaching over to the fridge, Rokurou pulls out a few more cans and sets them in front of Molly. One, two, three, four—all different. Then he points and counts between them, playing a game with himself until landing on one and tapping the top. ]
Al'ight, you hav'ta drink this one next.
[ It's a bright pink colored beverage with dangerous words like "bubblegum" "chocolate" and "whisky" printed across the can. Rokurou giggles, delighted again at making someone drink something unpleasant. ]
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[ The cheeky grin he says that with is not trustworthy whatsoever. Reaching over to the fridge, Rokurou pulls out a few more cans and sets them in front of Molly. One, two, three, four—all different. Then he points and counts between them, playing a game with himself until landing on one and tapping the top. ]
Al'ight, you hav'ta drink this one next.
[ It's a bright pink colored beverage with dangerous words like "bubblegum" "chocolate" and "whisky" printed across the can. Rokurou giggles, delighted again at making someone drink something unpleasant. ]