12-06-2008, 09:18 PM
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"Not exactly," he offered, turning a bottle over in his hands. The glass felt oddly cool between his fingers, and the label had turned a light butterscotch color with time. The name written on it was foreign to him: ipecac syrup. He placed the bottle back onto the shelf, avoiding shards of broken glass on the floor as he moved further down the aisle. "Personal use, actually," he divulged, casting his silver gaze back towards her direction. Though he supposed he wasn’t one to judge, he thought it interesting that she was here to help out Esper Hollow. "Though I did hear word of it. Plenty of them are infected it seems." He knelt on one knee, inspecting the containers on the lower shelves. "D’you know what it is?"