[Albert grunts, but there's no way he'll actually kill Jet for something like that. Get him help, yes. Forbid him ever drink again, yes. But nothing more drastic and he's certain Jet knows this.
He's about to go get Jet a hairband in case his body decides to dispel all the American had ingested - it'd make things a little less messy, anyway - but instead he's tugged into sitting next to his fiance on the bed. With yet another small sigh, he runs a hand through that blond hair.]
Was it the arena or something else?
[There could be any number of things to cause Jet to overindulge. Albert wants to know which demon he's dealing with.]
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He's about to go get Jet a hairband in case his body decides to dispel all the American had ingested - it'd make things a little less messy, anyway - but instead he's tugged into sitting next to his fiance on the bed. With yet another small sigh, he runs a hand through that blond hair.]
Was it the arena or something else?
[There could be any number of things to cause Jet to overindulge. Albert wants to know which demon he's dealing with.]