[Truthfully, it's a good assumption. Filbo looks like a bit of a mess, mostly due to the exploding cake, and although he had two good drinks already during the trial, having absolutely dreadful beer while with someone else is acceptable too. He just downs it in one gulp, shudders because of how terrible it is, and sighs]
...welp! Two trials behind us. I don't think I'll get used to this kinda stuff, really.
[A somewhat sympathetic glance at the state of the Filbo.]
... Feel free to take my share of the shampoo. I don't need it.
[As mentioned in trial today, Zel doesn't have organic hair.
Also, the bottle's probably lying on the floor somewhere anyway, thanks to him bringing a kitten into their room without so much as discussing it first.]
Haha...thanks! I think I'm really gonna need some.
[Humans are never going to understand the plight of sugar on fur, he's sure of it. You lucky bunch, first your heads that aren't thirty percent of your bodies when you have a hangover headache, now this]
Who did that with the cake, though? You think it was really Scaramouche?
Well, uh...we're supposed to be the ones suffering, not them, so I guess they got a heads-up.
[...you know what, maybe it really was Scaramouche. It isn't very subtle how he hangs out among the demons during the trial.
The thought really makes him down his terrible beer, he exhaling loudly after that because geez this beer hasn't gotten any better after the fourteenth or so cup he has of it during his stay in hell]
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Seeing Filbo, he reaches over to fill a second cup, then slides it across the counter. He'll just assume we could all use a shitty beer right now.]
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...welp! Two trials behind us. I don't think I'll get used to this kinda stuff, really.
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... Feel free to take my share of the shampoo. I don't need it.
[As mentioned in trial today, Zel doesn't have organic hair.
Also, the bottle's probably lying on the floor somewhere anyway, thanks to him bringing a kitten into their room without so much as discussing it first.]
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[Humans are never going to understand the plight of sugar on fur, he's sure of it. You lucky bunch, first your heads that aren't thirty percent of your bodies when you have a hangover headache, now this]
Who did that with the cake, though? You think it was really Scaramouche?
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The demons looked like they knew what was going to happen. Maybe they know what that was all about.
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[...you know what, maybe it really was Scaramouche. It isn't very subtle how he hangs out among the demons during the trial.
The thought really makes him down his terrible beer, he exhaling loudly after that because geez this beer hasn't gotten any better after the fourteenth or so cup he has of it during his stay in hell]