[Palamedes nods as he takes his seat, as if milkshakes being a lot are just a fact of life he's totally accepted. They are, absolutely—an obscene amount of texture for a drink, in his opinion, but for the sake of his research he will try this one. Why not.
He glances at the bloodstain and says nothing at all, as if that, too, is just how things are sometimes.]
Somehow, yes. I'm Palamedes. It's a shame about your glasses. [Earnest... His own accent is hard to place, maybe a touch New Zealander but a couple of degrees removed. He reaches for the milkshake.
....Boy, does he not like milkshakes. Alright. Here goes a whole sip, deeply concentrating.]
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He glances at the bloodstain and says nothing at all, as if that, too, is just how things are sometimes.]
Somehow, yes. I'm Palamedes. It's a shame about your glasses. [Earnest... His own accent is hard to place, maybe a touch New Zealander but a couple of degrees removed. He reaches for the milkshake.
....Boy, does he not like milkshakes. Alright. Here goes a whole sip, deeply concentrating.]
—God, that can't be good for the body.