[It's absolutely a day in the park, and Gregor feels like something's reached inside him and hollowed him out, and he's only just starting to refill that void. However, man. Wouldn't some wine and company fill the void even more, even if he's not fond of drinking? What'll happen, his arm starts freaking out very slowly? He doesn't give a fuck anymore.
And even if Sylvain doesn't want to share, just his company'll be a boon. So over Gregor drifts, humming and nodding very amicably as he takes the bottle opener, at least.]
Share the honours, bud. [HE ONLY HAS ONE FUCKIGN HAND] Three, [and the corkscrew gets jammed in] two, and...One! [PULL]
vinegar.
And even if Sylvain doesn't want to share, just his company'll be a boon. So over Gregor drifts, humming and nodding very amicably as he takes the bottle opener, at least.]
Share the honours, bud. [HE ONLY HAS ONE FUCKIGN HAND] Three, [and the corkscrew gets jammed in] two, and...One! [PULL]