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[throughbamboo]

Ain't gonna say nothin' 'bout that, don't wanna jinx ya.

[nods to the bag] 'Sides the one Rose got an' the snowglobe, s'all of 'em?

[holesomelanguage]

Yup... Might've been good I never got 'round ta handin' out the rest o' them.

[throughbamboo]

Might be, yeah. 'Least they ain't all like the marble, n' now ya know it's comin' when ya touch it.

[holesomelanguage]

Yeah... got y'all ta thank fer the fair warnin' t'be honest.

[throughbamboo]

Mhm.

. . . I oughta warn ya before ya get goin', though. Might start feelin' different after the third one.

Can't explain it too well, but you'll know what I mean when ya look at it.

[holesomelanguage]

... Heard somethin' 'bout that too. An' after the fifth, it gets... Well, I ain't gonna say worse, but it gets real different, I hear.

[throughbamboo]

Yeah, it's that feelin', just more . . . mmm, intense.

[holesomelanguage]

... Ya still holdin' it together?

[throughbamboo]

In all honesty?

've never been better.

[holesomelanguage]

... Hah! Yer helluva guy, ya know that?

[throughbamboo]

[dips his head a bit]

Dunno 'bout that, but I'll tell ya why later. After ya take a few of these.

[holesomelanguage]

Yeah... they ain't gonna show themselves ta me, huh.

[ Reaching into the sack, taking out the sparkly vial. ]

[throughbamboo]

'Fraid not.

Don't worry too much 'bout 'em, ya don't gotta do 'em all at once, y'know?

[holesomelanguage]

Yeah, I know. Slow an' steady an' all that.

[throughbamboo]

'Zactly. N' ain't no one racin' for this stuff.

[holesomelanguage]

[ Waggles the vial. ]

Ain't no one else wanna see what a cool cowboy I am in another time?

[throughbamboo]

Well that part, maybe. I'd wanna see ya as a cool cowboy.

[holesomelanguage]

Some o' these, ya can look at together, right? Or somethin' like that? Lith saw one o' mine, an' I've seen one o' Cobalt's once.

[throughbamboo]

Yeah, a lot of 'em ya can. I've shared a couple'a mine with Gray - one or two with other folks, too.

[holesomelanguage]

Do ya know how ta tell which ones ya can?

[throughbamboo]

Yeah - s'the plushies, the ring, an' the snowglobe.

[nods to vial] Maybe even that, 'cuz ya won't be drinkin' all of it.

[holesomelanguage]

Well damn, that's good ta know. Make myself a note o' that.

[throughbamboo]

Wish I could tell ya what to expect, but they're all over.

[holesomelanguage]

Jus' like everythin' 'round here, I reckon.

[ But okay, enough stalling. Popping open the vial, giving it a sniff before taking a swig- ]

[ And he goes still for a moment before coughing on it. ]

[throughbamboo]

- oi, easy.

[reaches over to pat him on the back, eyebrows furrowing]