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[JOE sits up a little straighter, stops slouching, but he looks just as grumpy as before. Alcohol usually picks him up, turns him into a giggling mess… perhaps he’s had too much? It would certainly explain the fox.]
“Yeah - the drink gives me the munchies. There’re more bags in the kitchen, y’know - take ‘em; I won’t remember.”
❝ Perhaps you should not drink as much as you have. ❞
While Robin was rather unaware of the repercussions, he surely had not wished for the stranger to be in harms way.
❝ Those while be rather thankful for your help, but are you sure? AH. Are you alright, good sir? ❞












