[Marco is probably the only thing that could snap Ivar out of the entrancement he's got going on with his hands right now. He looks up, pupils blown out wide, blood streaked down his face. It's a true barbarian look. Ivar has a slow, happy grin spread out over his face.]
Why, hello there.
[Ivar takes one of the tankards with one hand, using the other to wrap around Marco's other wrist to pull him closer. Ivar's feeling awful cuddly right now, another side effect of the 'shrooms, and frankly, right now he wants Marco right on his lap.]
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Why, hello there.
[Ivar takes one of the tankards with one hand, using the other to wrap around Marco's other wrist to pull him closer. Ivar's feeling awful cuddly right now, another side effect of the 'shrooms, and frankly, right now he wants Marco right on his lap.]