[Right foot yellow... Oren is just now looking away from Nel to find the yellows as Mattias grabs at him like that. Startled at first, he opens his mouth to protest only to find a finger holding it there for the next shot. Ah, these are strong shots. Usually he'd have to wait a fair amount of time to see Mattias end up like this.
His free hand, which is still free since Mattias had commanded him to move his foot to yellow, reaches to grab Mattias'. Holding it in place, he swallows the alcohol and closes his mouth around his finger, pulling it out with a purposeful slowness that's meant as a show to all three men in the room. Mattias in particular, of course.
He looks up at him as he pulls out the last of his finger with a pop.]
Go on, then. [Nel's next, and then whatever Robin wants. Smiling in that charming way of his, he lets Mattias' hand drop and shifts so that his right foot touches to a yellow spot.
He's going to try playing for as long as they can manage, okay.]
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His free hand, which is still free since Mattias had commanded him to move his foot to yellow, reaches to grab Mattias'. Holding it in place, he swallows the alcohol and closes his mouth around his finger, pulling it out with a purposeful slowness that's meant as a show to all three men in the room. Mattias in particular, of course.
He looks up at him as he pulls out the last of his finger with a pop.]
Go on, then. [Nel's next, and then whatever Robin wants. Smiling in that charming way of his, he lets Mattias' hand drop and shifts so that his right foot touches to a yellow spot.
He's going to try playing for as long as they can manage, okay.]