[He takes it, only slightly fumbling the bottle in his hand. He manages to maneuver well enough to set it back on the table. Then it's easy to return the motion, even with the bulky coats in the way. Just a fold of the arms and a solid pressure. No half-assed hugs from this guy.]
Hey now, don't get all sappy on me. I've got a reputation. Or at least, I plan on getting one.
[There's a crooked grin there, the promise of future misbehavior.]
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Hey now, don't get all sappy on me. I've got a reputation. Or at least, I plan on getting one.
[There's a crooked grin there, the promise of future misbehavior.]