[Reading over Fabian's shoulder, with an expression that could only really be described as 0_0, before he looks away, sliding glasses up and pinching the bridge of his nose.]
... I need a drink.
[... Taking a minute to write all of this down in a notebook, first.]
no subject
... I need a drink.
[... Taking a minute to write all of this down in a notebook, first.]
Kid, gimme that scroll.