[ his luck must be really good today, because Finland just snuffles a little into the crook of her arm and turns over, mumbling incoherently. her other arm drops from her hammock, and the reason for his good fortune is caught in her loose-wrapped fingers: a dark bottle, the liquor unidentifiable but clearly almost gone. ]
[Pauses, and looks sorrowfully at all the rum.] But... but... the rum! S-shomebody's got to drink it. It will be--be shad if it doesn't get drunk! [Yes, this is seriously his argument.] Drunk. [Giggles somewhat maniacally.]
Excuse me? [She has one hand on her hip, the other toying with the hilt] Was that just the sound of cowardice I just heard? I know I cut an intimidating figure, but you're giving up too soon!
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Oops. He'll clamp his hand over his mouth.]
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Until she trips, anyway. But, being Colette, she gets right back up again, even though an obvious red mark is on her forehead.]
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[You would not be a useful cabin girl if you got really hurt, Colette, and Utena would not approve of you getting really hurt anyway.]
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This isn't fair! I'm not going to fight you.
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My, look at all this alcohol!
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Picks up a bottle and peers inside. GIVE HIM ALL YOUR SECRETS.]
...we're going to need more men.
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No, no, the two of us is fine.
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