Fixer pictured himself grabbing the oil can, pulling the tab that kept it sealed (a clever design) chugging it down and finishing with a satisfying (fake) belch, as he crushes the can on the marble desk's surface.
The increased aperture of his eyes and the disposition of the mobile pieces of his face would show his amusement to anyone versed in Warforged body language. It would be harmless fun...
Carefully he pours a certain amount of the oil in the goblet handed to him and raises it as if toasting.
- Cheers! he says before gulping part of the contents..
ooc: warforged can benefit from magic consummables (potions) so I assume they have a way to drink them, tough Fixer only drinks the oil for dramatic effect and to annoy the hell out of Coal, that stiff bag of bolts..
The increased aperture of his eyes and the disposition of the mobile pieces of his face would show his amusement to anyone versed in Warforged body language. It would be harmless fun...
Carefully he pours a certain amount of the oil in the goblet handed to him and raises it as if toasting.
- Cheers! he says before gulping part of the contents..
ooc: warforged can benefit from magic consummables (potions) so I assume they have a way to drink them, tough Fixer only drinks the oil for dramatic effect and to annoy the hell out of Coal, that stiff bag of bolts..
