( hearing it annoyed Steak. and being annoyed by it annoys him more, stirring something in his gut that he can't (and doesn't want to) name.
Red Wine. always being a scoundrel. he shouldn't be surprised.
one more drink and Steak exhales, gesturing towards the flitting cranes which circle around — the blue one from before darting past a pink one which seems uncertain of which way it wants to go. )
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Red Wine. always being a scoundrel. he shouldn't be surprised.
one more drink and Steak exhales, gesturing towards the flitting cranes which circle around — the blue one from before darting past a pink one which seems uncertain of which way it wants to go. )
It's those damnable things.