A tribute to how much of my life's been spent in bars. [ Which isn't at all why, true as it is, but it's a plausible-enough explanation. This time when he takes a drink, he's ready for the taste; his brow knits, but only for a second. ]
Whatever you say, buddy. [ He pretty much ignores his response that way. Bells isn't sure if it's because he doesn't really know what a bar is or if it's because something sounds a tiny bit off to him. He just shrugs and takes a deeper drink, somehow managing to keep his expression straight.
Rubbing his face against the crook of his arm, he eyes Aidan. ] So, question for you. How long have you been stuck on this boat? You kinda seem like you know what you're doing anyway.
[ Bells does a quick finger tally. ] I think I've got a little on you. About a month or so. I always have trouble keeping track since I don't really need to.
I count by jumps. It's easier that way. [ Another drink, and then he exhales a breath of laughter and shakes his head a little. ] Sorry, I just-... Two months, already. It doesn't seem like that long.
[ That's not really what he meant, but he lets it go. Instead, he just listens to him. ] Nothing really does, you know? You blink, and before you know it, your life's over. Might as well make the best of it.
[ He tips the edge of his bottle toward Aidan like a toast before taking another drink. That is, of course, still going on the assumption Aidan's human. He's not talking about himself. ]
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Rubbing his face against the crook of his arm, he eyes Aidan. ] So, question for you. How long have you been stuck on this boat? You kinda seem like you know what you're doing anyway.
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[ He tips the edge of his bottle toward Aidan like a toast before taking another drink. That is, of course, still going on the assumption Aidan's human. He's not talking about himself. ]