[At the sound of his name, Jiroutachi looks up. It's Hotarumaru, cute and small and looking a little downtrodden. What is he--
Oh.
The day really hasn't been going well for Jiroutachi but this bright little spark of a blade takes some of the weight off his shoulders. With a grin, Jiroutachi accepts the cup and tips it a little towards Hotarumaru to show his gratitude.]
Did you prepare this all by yourself, Hotarumaru?
[And he's so, so glad it's alcohol, even if it's been handed to him by someone who looks like a minor because this will mute the dull throbbing in the back of his head-
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Oh.
The day really hasn't been going well for Jiroutachi but this bright little spark of a blade takes some of the weight off his shoulders. With a grin, Jiroutachi accepts the cup and tips it a little towards Hotarumaru to show his gratitude.]
Did you prepare this all by yourself, Hotarumaru?
[And he's so, so glad it's alcohol, even if it's been handed to him by someone who looks like a minor because this will mute the dull throbbing in the back of his head-
Jiroutachi takes a sip.
It's not alcohol.
... ...]
It's really good!