[ david's never believed in anything, not like that. maybe if church was more than another prop to hold up their social status, but if anything he was kind of cynical about the whole thing. mum in makeup and sunglasses to hide her black eye, singing 'christ the lord is risen today' and he's supposed to believe in a loving god? fuck that. ]
[ he's musing on that as he carefully moves some planks and detritus that've been propped up so he can see if there's anything behind them when billy speaks. turns and catches the bottle and looks at it with a considering frown; the liquid a glistening, warm orange. he swirls the bottle, uncorks it with a satisfying pop! and takes a quick smell. ]
[ it doesn't smell like anything he can put a name to. a frown of thought on david's face. ]
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[ he's musing on that as he carefully moves some planks and detritus that've been propped up so he can see if there's anything behind them when billy speaks. turns and catches the bottle and looks at it with a considering frown; the liquid a glistening, warm orange. he swirls the bottle, uncorks it with a satisfying pop! and takes a quick smell. ]
[ it doesn't smell like anything he can put a name to. a frown of thought on david's face. ]
What do you think it is?
[ he takes another whiff. it's... warm? ]