Poison, hm? Fucking prost, I say, [ Rupert replies nonsensically, slipping easily between English and German as he clinks his glass against Jonas's in toast. Perhaps "kill or cure" was more accurate than he realised.
At the question about duplicates Rupert stifles a groan behind the rim of his glass as he takes an extraordinarily large gulp; this is going to be a headache of an answer, probably. ]
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At the question about duplicates Rupert stifles a groan behind the rim of his glass as he takes an extraordinarily large gulp; this is going to be a headache of an answer, probably. ]