Ambulon just has to stare at Whirl a moment. Debating doing the entire hands-on-hips-tilt-forward-"oh-YOU" pose. Only with more irritability.
"Just... put that down," he says, and gestures to the booze, "and let me... do this." Ambulon cautiously approaches Whirl like he's some wild animal - which, well, isn't too far from the truth. He kind of crouches - not to appear harmless or whatever, just he's not sure if the cycloptic chicken is going to make him kneel or actually lie back on the bed for him.
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Date: 2012-11-26 07:13 pm (UTC)"Just... put that down," he says, and gestures to the booze, "and let me... do this." Ambulon cautiously approaches Whirl like he's some wild animal - which, well, isn't too far from the truth. He kind of crouches - not to appear harmless or whatever, just he's not sure if the cycloptic chicken is going to make him kneel or actually lie back on the bed for him.