Gorlim catches the tequila and moseys over innocently but does not sit on the bed, just wanders around it, fiddling with the bottle. "Ramon, I have no idea what you are talking about. Bells." And he seems to honestly not know. He leans against the dresser and takes a mouthful of tequila, contemplating whether it might be a fun game to steal some of their clothes. "What're YOU up to?"
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Date: 2005-12-22 04:03 pm (UTC)