Obelus slings an arm around Kismet's shoulder and ruffles his hair. He is not smiling. "Someone told me they saw you going through my desk, haha. Are you the one stealing my alcohol?"
"I don't steal, Obelus. And I certainly don't need your drawer wine." Kismet looks actually offended at the accusation. "Not from my dealer, and especially not from my friends! Swearsies, I'd ask first." Cross his heart, pinky extended. "What, you out? That's not like you. You need something? A drinking buddy, perhaps?" He throws open a drawer and offers his own stash towards his coworker with a smile, swirling it around enticingly.














