[he's a patron at a small, extremely specific art gallery, and he treats it as such. he's exploring the collection entirely for his own appreciation, not so much thinking about the attention of his host anymore.
the masterful methods of delivery, the color and viscosity of the liquids, even the bottles themselves--he happily takes note of all of it. the most lethal and hideous of the toxins are his favorites, of course, but he spends just as much time with the potent antipoisons. he probably has a smile of disgust on his face while he rolls those bottles between his hands.]
no subject
the masterful methods of delivery, the color and viscosity of the liquids, even the bottles themselves--he happily takes note of all of it. the most lethal and hideous of the toxins are his favorites, of course, but he spends just as much time with the potent antipoisons. he probably has a smile of disgust on his face while he rolls those bottles between his hands.]