[Richard downs the first drink and sets the empty glass back down on the bar, silent for a moment as the alcohol from his previous drinks starts to kick in for real, making his head spin just slightly. But it's good now; there's that familiar warm fuzziness creeping up at the back of his mind and he can feel his entire body heating up as the alcohol begins to take effect. Somehow it's a lot easier to have discussions like this with that distraction at work.]
I was twelve years old when my uncle first tried to kill me.
[He still isn't looking at Sanji, afraid to see the look on his face. But now that he's brought this up, he can't turn back without explaining it.]
[Action, March 9th]
I was twelve years old when my uncle first tried to kill me.
[He still isn't looking at Sanji, afraid to see the look on his face. But now that he's brought this up, he can't turn back without explaining it.]