🧃"Hm... At least you aren't Jakob."
"... And what's that supposed to mean?"
Still, juice is juice, and Dwyer will never be one to pass up a delightful little beverage. The young man takes a nice, loooong sip of the box, focusing on that for a moment. Let the sweet taste of citrus soothe his wounds.
Smack smack. Anyway, yeah, he does know exactly what that's supposed to mean.
"Rather impolite to go comparing people to their fathers and all. Much less when I'm down. What if I did that to you?"










