[Eventually Heather was able to pop the cork out-- after a lot of struggle. She had continued to talk even as she poured it into the two cups.]
Someone sent me this for Christmas. M'not sure how good it'll taste but hey, beggars can't be choosers, right?
[She passes one of the glasses to him before setting the bottle down and taking the other one for herself.]
[She's silent for a moment or two, herself-- just sitting there with the glass and staring idly at the somber bird Pokemon. ... Then, quite suddenly, she speaks up once more, tone almost comically casual but holding a telling quiver.]
Crow, if you don't talk to me soon, I'm probably gonna lose my shit and go into Pathetic Uncontrollable Crying: Round Two, so... help me out and throw me a bone, here.
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Someone sent me this for Christmas. M'not sure how good it'll taste but hey, beggars can't be choosers, right?
[She passes one of the glasses to him before setting the bottle down and taking the other one for herself.]
[She's silent for a moment or two, herself-- just sitting there with the glass and staring idly at the somber bird Pokemon. ... Then, quite suddenly, she speaks up once more, tone almost comically casual but holding a telling quiver.]
Crow, if you don't talk to me soon, I'm probably gonna lose my shit and go into Pathetic Uncontrollable Crying: Round Two, so... help me out and throw me a bone, here.