[ What a double act these two can be, Brandon reflects, keeping his own sourness to a thin, fully concealed ribbon in the back of his throat. It's almost a shame they don't get along.
No one seems to be eating at this point, and he follows suit, nursing along the last of his drink as he stores away their exchange and each nonverbal quirk to it. ]
And what does Tavor like?
[ Gifts, endless gifts. It's beginning to be something of a chore. ]
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No one seems to be eating at this point, and he follows suit, nursing along the last of his drink as he stores away their exchange and each nonverbal quirk to it. ]
And what does Tavor like?
[ Gifts, endless gifts. It's beginning to be something of a chore. ]