He takes the drink and is about to take a sip when his (1) braincell activates! He looks at the Caster, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “Hey, what’s in this drink?”

“...Fear me, damn it.”

@trueether

✦   ─ ━ Ѕһɩɴоβɩ ❝Please. Anything that can restore many is helpful there other than that sort of mana supply. ❞

“I can’t smell and I can’t taste and yet I still sense something suspicious coming from this beaker.”

@trueether

“It’s all in the delivery, Paracelsus! You gotta -- set your expression, see, be confident in bein’ silly when ya T-pose.” They take one of Paracelsus’ arms in hand and adjust his posture, a merry amusement in Ritsu’s movements. “Aaaaaaand... now you’ve join in too.” Paracelsus, like Nobbu, also gets a hug. The number one advantage to being t-posed at.

“Oh good! It won’t be just me then. It’ll be nice to see you there, Paracelsus!”