[ Magnus holds the concoction in his mouth and then stares at Riptide in a moment of blind panic, indecision warring at the heart of him as he contemplates either buckling down, spitting it out (and possibly hurling), or --
He swallows it whole. There's a distinct burn of liquor in his chest and the taste of fish lingering on his tongue and it feels like there's an oyster stuck in his chest and oh no, this was a bad idea. He bursts into sputtering, hacking coughs. ] Oh, no. Oh man, buddy, that was real bad, oh no. I have a whole oyster stuck in my chest.
[ He stares tragically at Riptide. ]
I might die.
[ He might. He's probably died in dumber ways in his past lives. ]
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He swallows it whole. There's a distinct burn of liquor in his chest and the taste of fish lingering on his tongue and it feels like there's an oyster stuck in his chest and oh no, this was a bad idea. He bursts into sputtering, hacking coughs. ] Oh, no. Oh man, buddy, that was real bad, oh no. I have a whole oyster stuck in my chest.
[ He stares tragically at Riptide. ]
I might die.
[ He might. He's probably died in dumber ways in his past lives. ]