[even the pressure that Moran can apply with his hand is the same, able to perform even the smallest task that require utmost instinct with it. Herder really outdid himself with this one. And Sebastian truly wonders if anyone will be able to keep it intact, now that ... well. He can't ask Herder any more.]
Good,
[He smiles and drowns his own whiskey, feeing the warmth spreading through his body.]
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Good,
[He smiles and drowns his own whiskey, feeing the warmth spreading through his body.]
One more round?