[As Harding waits for the waitress to bring his coffee out, he notices Vasiliy out of the corner of his eye, approaching him like he's not sure if Harding is going to eat him or kill him. Is there a difference? Hell if he knows with these people.
He's perfectly content to ignore Vasiliy until the other man offers him the flask, which actually gets his attention. Quirking a brow, he looks from Vasiliy's face to his hand and back again.]
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He's perfectly content to ignore Vasiliy until the other man offers him the flask, which actually gets his attention. Quirking a brow, he looks from Vasiliy's face to his hand and back again.]
The hell is that?