[It's not made to sound appealing. Cain's head spins, most of his weight deposited on the cool cavern wall -- after a moment, he turns to press the tender point of his temple against the stone. Then he lifts back up, straightening.]
Fuck this. [Sworn under breath in the tongue of another language, although their implants translates Russian instantaneously.] A drink's exactly what I need right now.
[Through the haze of frustration, whiskey's siren song is powerful. He takes advantage of that pull and leans in closer to Loki, to those glittery eyes.]
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Fuck this. [Sworn under breath in the tongue of another language, although their implants translates Russian instantaneously.] A drink's exactly what I need right now.
[Through the haze of frustration, whiskey's siren song is powerful. He takes advantage of that pull and leans in closer to Loki, to those glittery eyes.]
You gonna get me one?