[He doesn't. The way Takame looks doesn't make Harding bat an eye. Either that or he's a incredibly good actor. His sunglasses slip down his nose, his eyes like cold steel, and he speaks in a flat, even tone. He doesn't sound the least bit drunk.
He starts to edge himself upright and lean forward, both hands still on the gun, still aiming between Takame's eyes. As he moves, he gives his head a little jerk to the right.]
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[He doesn't. The way Takame looks doesn't make Harding bat an eye. Either that or he's a incredibly good actor. His sunglasses slip down his nose, his eyes like cold steel, and he speaks in a flat, even tone. He doesn't sound the least bit drunk.
He starts to edge himself upright and lean forward, both hands still on the gun, still aiming between Takame's eyes. As he moves, he gives his head a little jerk to the right.]
Move. [I won't say it again, that tone says.]