[Robin fidgets until Irahl actually takes something from him, and then it's a game of rearranging. he manages to shove a bottle of water into Irahl's other hand, or under his arm, or something.]
Booze. I got you booze. I think it's good? I dunno.
[he squints at Irahl for a while before he starts walking away, narrowly avoiding running into a fast-walking person at the last minute.]
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Booze. I got you booze. I think it's good? I dunno.
[he squints at Irahl for a while before he starts walking away, narrowly avoiding running into a fast-walking person at the last minute.]
C'mon, let's go. How drunk are you?