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::he sat up, actually pouting a little as he tenderly rubbed the back of his head. that was undignified as well as uncomfortable. :c ::

::he didn't react to Val's chortle. he knew him well enough by now to know it didn't relate to him. but he also make certain to sit up properly and be ready for whatever Val might throw at him next. he was only mildly surprised when the "throw" part became literal and ignored Val's "sales pitch" in order to catch the bottle::

-_-; Yes, yes. Very funny, Captain. ::he said this very formally as he got to his feet and brought the second bottle to set it on the table next to the first. he glanced over his shoulder at Val now, frowning with thought rather than pain or annoyance::

Twenty sailors? ::as if this part of the conversation was only just then mentioned. he looked Val over for evidence of this fight - particularly injuries:: Why on earth did you have to do that? ::he took down two glasses from the cabinet near the table and set them down on the table, pouring them both a generous portion. though Val more than for himself::