Settling in a heap beside the other boy, Edmund eyes him curiously, both for that smile and the way he seemed rather homesick for his old set. It was a different side of him than he'd seen before. He decides he liked the effect of the smile on Ienzo's face. "We might have to shake off the dust a bit, true. But Cerberus won't be back for a while, eh?"
He's just as curious at the way his compatriot sniffs with much more acumen than he does, apparently sensitive to even the smell of it. The taste, then...he halts for a moment to simply watch in amusement as Ienzo nearly chokes on the stuff. And then, why, he can't help it; he bursts into laughter, his own features more boyish and like his own age in the lightness of his broad grin. "Careful there," he says good-naturedly, slapping Ienzo on the back. "Best try the esophagus instead. Better than the old windpipe."
He raises his own phial and tastes a small bit before deciding that it's considerably easier going down than the Dwarfs' summer ales, and takes a nice-sized quaff to wash the first gulp down with. No sting or splutter here. (Was he about to live up to Ienzo's first impressions of him as a confirmed dipso?)
"Indeed, I've been longing to take a peek into those cabinets..." Companionably, Edmund leans forward when Ienzo does. The third sip does get a little dicey as weird ivory phalluses come into play, but he manages it manfully and swallows with no more than a slight cough. "Is that so? How...un-Victorian of him."
That he didn't have any more proof seemed a disappointment. He shrugs and tries to look arch. "Perhaps we'll be the first to bring the damning evidence to light. I hinted at mere rumours, you will recall." He presses his tongue to his bottom lip, catching the drops there. He should really try to savour this. "Hmm, and what exactly do you mean by fraternize?" His other brow joins its mate in consideration of the apparently well-fraternized youth tippling next to him.
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Date: 2017-01-18 04:52 am (UTC)He's just as curious at the way his compatriot sniffs with much more acumen than he does, apparently sensitive to even the smell of it. The taste, then...he halts for a moment to simply watch in amusement as Ienzo nearly chokes on the stuff. And then, why, he can't help it; he bursts into laughter, his own features more boyish and like his own age in the lightness of his broad grin. "Careful there," he says good-naturedly, slapping Ienzo on the back. "Best try the esophagus instead. Better than the old windpipe."
He raises his own phial and tastes a small bit before deciding that it's considerably easier going down than the Dwarfs' summer ales, and takes a nice-sized quaff to wash the first gulp down with. No sting or splutter here. (Was he about to live up to Ienzo's first impressions of him as a confirmed dipso?)
"Indeed, I've been longing to take a peek into those cabinets..." Companionably, Edmund leans forward when Ienzo does. The third sip does get a little dicey as weird ivory phalluses come into play, but he manages it manfully and swallows with no more than a slight cough. "Is that so? How...un-Victorian of him."
That he didn't have any more proof seemed a disappointment. He shrugs and tries to look arch. "Perhaps we'll be the first to bring the damning evidence to light. I hinted at mere rumours, you will recall." He presses his tongue to his bottom lip, catching the drops there. He should really try to savour this. "Hmm, and what exactly do you mean by fraternize?" His other brow joins its mate in consideration of the apparently well-fraternized youth tippling next to him.