"You're talking to the man who thought three square bottles of whiskey a day was a good meal plan. I'll take the soup."
The Garlean rose to his feet to change, the blanket draped over his shoulders like a cloak, swaying as he walked towards a chest. Â The miqo'te heard Alexei reach the top of the stairs and Askier gave a sigh.
"Come the hells or insanity, Alexei," A skier muttered. "I'm making sure you get through this. I swear it."
The Garlean rose to his feet to change, the blanket draped over his shoulders like a cloak, swaying as he walked towards a chest. Â The miqo'te heard Alexei reach the top of the stairs and Askier gave a sigh.
"Come the hells or insanity, Alexei," A skier muttered. "I'm making sure you get through this. I swear it."