He drank for a full hour.
He took out every last bottle he had in his system space and downed it all in that short hour-nearly half a warehouse's worth.
"Done drinking?"
The Self-Binding Angel raised an eyebrow, looking at the bottles and jars scattered across the floor.
There were even a few bottles of soy sauce among them, but he insisted they were liquor and drank those too.
The goddamn bastard.
Lynn fell silent, still holding his cup. At last, instead of drinking any more, he extended his hand and poured the liquor from left to right before the Matriarch.
A brief silence followed.
"..."
Bang-
A huge lump rose on top of Lynn's head, wisps of smoke pouring from it. Even the cup in his hand cracked.
"I'm not dead yet! Are you pouring offerings for me already?!" Grind, grind.
"Sorry, Matriarch... grief suddenly overcame me, and I couldn't help myself..."
"Take it back!"
"Yes, ma'am!! Right away!"
Eyes wide, Lynn summoned the spilled liquor back at an unimaginable speed.
Looking at the bastard before her, the Self-Binding Angel didn't know whether to laugh or be angry. He was no longer the boy he had once been, but he could still spring some unexpected smart-ass stunt on her, leaving her both nostalgic and furious.
"All right! We've had our drinks, and you've even given me an early send-off! Surely you're satisfied now!"
The Self-Binding Angel smiled.
Lynn said nothing. He merely stared at her face with wide eyes, as though trying to engrave it in his heart and hold on to it for dear life.
The Self-Binding Angel met his gaze and said:
"I don't want to see you crying, and I don't want to see you lose control of your emotions. If you have anything to say,