Hmm, I think it was more criminal to subject ourselves to those drinks.
[The mysteries of the Blue Drink haunt him to this day. Only the scrap of napkin with all the incoherent novel ideas that he still has tucked away in a notebook somewhere can provide a clue to the moment blue took over his brain.]
You like to be right, [he says, still holding Viktor's hand with both his own. That's right about general things - dancing, here - and the excessively long ongoing argument about Grey vs. Any Other Color, at once. The boots are comfortable? He'll give them this.
He bows his head to kiss the third knuckle again, above the ring, then sits back against the tree.]
I've memorized everything I can about the anatomy of a lung, [which? Probably means he did some sticking his hands into rib cages, at work? Never mind that.] How is your side progressing?
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[The mysteries of the Blue Drink haunt him to this day. Only the scrap of napkin with all the incoherent novel ideas that he still has tucked away in a notebook somewhere can provide a clue to the moment blue took over his brain.]
You like to be right, [he says, still holding Viktor's hand with both his own. That's right about general things - dancing, here - and the excessively long ongoing argument about Grey vs. Any Other Color, at once. The boots are comfortable? He'll give them this.
He bows his head to kiss the third knuckle again, above the ring, then sits back against the tree.]
I've memorized everything I can about the anatomy of a lung, [which? Probably means he did some sticking his hands into rib cages, at work? Never mind that.] How is your side progressing?