[He looks at his bottle with a frown. He sets it down and then stands up. He walks a little around where they're sitting and slides back onto his stool.]
Nope. Nothing.
[He's taking a sip when the implications of what's going on hits him like a brick to the face.]
[His typing gave him a poison immunity. Was that what it was? Taki might note the way he tenses up for a second before he's drinking again.]
no subject
Nope. Nothing.
[He's taking a sip when the implications of what's going on hits him like a brick to the face.]
[His typing gave him a poison immunity. Was that what it was? Taki might note the way he tenses up for a second before he's drinking again.]