[If there's a retching sound coming from behind the bar, it's because Isaac is throwing up. At least he tries to be discrete about it, having found a bag in which to deposit the contents of his stomach, and he's nice enough to pop off the plane for a few seconds to get rid of it. Upon return, he slinks into the bar and procures a tall, cold glass of water, which he sips at slowly, looking generally very miserable, and very much like he hasn't slept well in about a week.]
I have so much more respect for Ivan and Garet right now....
I have so much more respect for Ivan and Garet right now....
Current Mood: BLEARGH
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