"You don't strike me as the type to appreciate being coddled."

The look Devin receives from Kit now is a hard one to interpret, but it looks like he can't decide whether to be annoyed by or appreciative of that comment. He puffs on the cigarette; the bibiru, tucked under one arm, chirps at its new inan friend. ( c: )

But if there's one surefire way to unify two men who can't quite figure out how to see eye to eye on any given subject (without providing one of them with a stepping stool), it's probably good alcohol. Kit's lips twist into a lopsided smirk. "Don't know what bourbon is, but it's got a better ring to it than beer," he agrees and starts to take a step back towards the road.