For the last time, it was for the best. It's doing a whole lot better now, isn't it?
[ That depends on how you define better, but whatever. You know what the trouble with that arm is, now that it's curling around him and essentially capturing him in place? That it feels a whole lot like being cornered by a predator, and he was stupid enough to let it get its claws in him. Or on him, rather. There's no escape in that direction, and the other direction means leaning toward Lucio.
That just gives him one last out, which he takes, in spite of his decision not to fight this: to lean forward and reach out for the bottle of brandy and raise it, as a distraction, to Lucio's lips. No glass. Straight from the tap. ]
More, uh... more booze, that's what. Now be a good patient and take your medicine!
I mean I suppose it looks better now, but it's still not the same!
[Lucio sighs dramatically, slumping back for just a moment like some stereotypical swooning damsel in distress. But the act only lasts a split second, that gold limb still very much trapping Julian in place. It very much looks like he's plotting his next method of attack and makes a move to lean in closer just as the other man abruptly holds the bottle up to effectively bar the way.
For a moment his expression twists into one of mixed irritation and disappointment before finally settling into a pout.]
Hmph! You're lucky that this is the fun kind of medicine...
[ It was a pretty smooth save, you've gotta give him that. Julian's grin widens at Lucio's obvious consternation, and even more when he submits to his "prescription." A not so small part of that is relief. ]
Don't I know it. It could be leeches. Nobody wants those when they're trying to have a nice time.
[ After Lucio's had a nice generous dosage of his medicine, Julian takes the bottle from him to do the very same. Honestly probably an even more generous dosage, because he... needs it. He hasn't been pregaming like some people and getting tanked is the only way he's going to be able to excuse his bad decision-making tonight. Short of downing the whole bottle, though, eventually he's gotta lower it from his mouth, and he looks nervous when he does. Like he's run out of escape ideas. But wait, he's got one more. ]
So—about that present... maybe you'd like to see what it is now? I know I said I'd wait, but I can't help it. I'm terrible with surprises.
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[ That depends on how you define better, but whatever. You know what the trouble with that arm is, now that it's curling around him and essentially capturing him in place? That it feels a whole lot like being cornered by a predator, and he was stupid enough to let it get its claws in him. Or on him, rather. There's no escape in that direction, and the other direction means leaning toward Lucio.
That just gives him one last out, which he takes, in spite of his decision not to fight this: to lean forward and reach out for the bottle of brandy and raise it, as a distraction, to Lucio's lips. No glass. Straight from the tap. ]
More, uh... more booze, that's what. Now be a good patient and take your medicine!
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[Lucio sighs dramatically, slumping back for just a moment like some stereotypical swooning damsel in distress. But the act only lasts a split second, that gold limb still very much trapping Julian in place. It very much looks like he's plotting his next method of attack and makes a move to lean in closer just as the other man abruptly holds the bottle up to effectively bar the way.
For a moment his expression twists into one of mixed irritation and disappointment before finally settling into a pout.]
Hmph! You're lucky that this is the fun kind of medicine...
[He grumbles, swiping the bottle to take a swig.]
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Don't I know it. It could be leeches. Nobody wants those when they're trying to have a nice time.
[ After Lucio's had a nice generous dosage of his medicine, Julian takes the bottle from him to do the very same. Honestly probably an even more generous dosage, because he... needs it. He hasn't been pregaming like some people and getting tanked is the only way he's going to be able to excuse his bad decision-making tonight. Short of downing the whole bottle, though, eventually he's gotta lower it from his mouth, and he looks nervous when he does. Like he's run out of escape ideas. But wait, he's got one more. ]
So—about that present... maybe you'd like to see what it is now? I know I said I'd wait, but I can't help it. I'm terrible with surprises.