He'd cross his legs while patting the other's thigh. "There ya go, big boy, place has every kind of drink I could imagine-- YOU can imagine!"

“Oh right, I’m sure I could make a special request and give out a big tip. Doesn’t seem like they’re missing out on that front.” He looks over a pamphlet of a menu, somewhat modern, at the ‘spirits’ section. “Oh boy, the best thing for ya’s the most expensive.”

"Slowpokes, I've BEEN in the Bahamas (technically), I'm darker than night!"

"ive been leading a very uninteresting search i also opened a cafe its doing alright"

“I trust you way less after the last part.”

: J

“My neck My back And neck and my back”

“Shut up ya little Salem reject.”

"You have cute paws."

"u smell"

"It might not seem like it, but I'm breathing air."

"Sigh, I'm so cooked."

Lying flat on his back. DAMN he's beat.

"I don't get it... Who the fuck is he anyway...?"

“Late late thoughts… I should down this crap and just sleep already.”

“Yo mama.”

“Good HGOD I need him UGH”