Cyril is careful not to be gone for too long as he goes to get the pills for Dorian. He comes back with the bottle and hands it to Bull for him to open. He has a temporary new hand, but he doesn't want to accidentally spill the pills everywhere trying to open it when he's not used to it yet.
Grabbing the bottle, he had it open right away and held out a couple of the pills after for Dorian to pop with his coffee. Once he had them, he capped the bottle again and set it on the table.
"Hey, remind me to press Dorian again in the future about seeing his ass. Apparently he's letting me have the chance then."
They all knew he didn't need the reminder in the slightest. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to tell Cyril about the conversation.
"If it doesn't help, there's no giving it back...they do say suffering is one of life's great teacher's though," clearly Dorian is not one for learning such lessons, he'll be back on his bullshit soon enough, though hopefully, the alcohol will not be as unexpectedly potent...or spiked. This world makes no such promises.
He does, however, take the pills graciously, pops them and downs the rest of his coffee.
"I could give it to you in writing, make it official if you'd like, a written contract for the pleasure of seeing my ass," he said this flippantly, doubting it would come to that, "though odds are I'll probably be drunk again so who knows."
It seems they had a really interesting conversation while he was gone. His brow raises a bit as Bull explains and Dorian confirms.
"Well if you need a witness to ensure the contract is properly fulfilled I'll be happy to be there," Cyril replies with a soft chuckle. "And in this place, it's easy to get drunk. They have all kinds of festivals here where they give out different drinks for us to try. It happens so often I'm starting to think they're all lushes."
"Usually I'm not big on written contracts because they're too easy to lose. But I think I'll make an exception for this one." He chuckled and then looked over at Cyril. "Instead of witnessing, you wanna let me see yours at the same time? I may only have one eye but it's surprisingly good at multiwatching."
Bull grinned at his little play on words there. He was enjoying himself and how light the mood was now that Dorian wasn't worshiping the toilet.
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"I hope this helps."
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"Hey, remind me to press Dorian again in the future about seeing his ass. Apparently he's letting me have the chance then."
They all knew he didn't need the reminder in the slightest. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to tell Cyril about the conversation.
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He does, however, take the pills graciously, pops them and downs the rest of his coffee.
"I could give it to you in writing, make it official if you'd like, a written contract for the pleasure of seeing my ass," he said this flippantly, doubting it would come to that, "though odds are I'll probably be drunk again so who knows."
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"Well if you need a witness to ensure the contract is properly fulfilled I'll be happy to be there," Cyril replies with a soft chuckle. "And in this place, it's easy to get drunk. They have all kinds of festivals here where they give out different drinks for us to try. It happens so often I'm starting to think they're all lushes."
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Bull grinned at his little play on words there. He was enjoying himself and how light the mood was now that Dorian wasn't worshiping the toilet.