Bad luck or incredible luck, who's to say. McCree's since gotten comfortable on the floor and has a lower angle of his temporary roommate, mostly seeing his legs and him sitting up but he can clearly hear the grin creeping into his voice. "Ah, I see you're a man of culture as well."
"Not quite a whiskey feeling, but sweet." He smacks his lips, jarred by the dissonance of such familiarity but none of it coming from his mouth or tongue. It's not bad but it's taking some getting used to, putting his finger right on what exactly it is. It smells like fermenting fruit, as best as he can compare.
"Like a cider comin' on strong." He's already aware that 1) this is a strange question to open up with to a stranger and 2) to immediately compare it to alcohol is probably plenty telling enough about his person in such few words but ask him if he cares at the moment. He really wants to figure this mystery out.
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"Ah, I see you're a man of culture as well.""Not quite a whiskey feeling, but sweet." He smacks his lips, jarred by the dissonance of such familiarity but none of it coming from his mouth or tongue. It's not bad but it's taking some getting used to, putting his finger right on what exactly it is. It smells like fermenting fruit, as best as he can compare.
"Like a cider comin' on strong." He's already aware that 1) this is a strange question to open up with to a stranger and 2) to immediately compare it to alcohol is probably plenty telling enough about his person in such few words but ask him if he cares at the moment. He really wants to figure this mystery out.