‘ you don’t have to have that many if you don’t feel like it. you don’t even have to have one, really. whatever you want to do. i’m fine just being here, you know ? ‘ pushing the bowl towards the middle of the table, he shifts in his seat to face elwood with a content smile, tilting his head to the side slightly. ‘ come here. ‘
❛ no, i want to try them – i can’t shot vodka anymore, my tolerance has decreased horrifically, so as it stands this could be a good alternative, who knows? ❜ turning in his own chair, elwood watches him closely, before gripping the stool and shuffling forward a little bit, offering a smile. ❛ … what’s the matter? ❜