[ As if there is any question. The question hasn't even fully left Eridanus' mouth when Lucius pushes the device from his lap; it's left carelessly on the cushion beside him as he rises to follow, ears perked with his curiosity. An answer unnecessary, he pads to the kitchen with a quiet that is as common to him as it is at odds with his boisterous demeanor, a combination of feline instinct and a bodily control he has cultivated for millennia prior keeping his footsteps light.
So, if Eridanus is surprised when he turns around to see Lucius already in the process of opening the box, he can probably be forgiven. The mention of moonshine is enough to temporarily distract Lucius from his curiosity, and he lifts his head. ]
Is it? [ In an instant, his lips have pulled back into a smile that would nearly make him appear as what he seems to be: a bright young man, no more or less dangerous than any other. ] Let's have a taste, then.
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So, if Eridanus is surprised when he turns around to see Lucius already in the process of opening the box, he can probably be forgiven. The mention of moonshine is enough to temporarily distract Lucius from his curiosity, and he lifts his head. ]
Is it? [ In an instant, his lips have pulled back into a smile that would nearly make him appear as what he seems to be: a bright young man, no more or less dangerous than any other. ] Let's have a taste, then.