He takes in a deep breath and kneels beside Nita after a brief pause.
"Here goes nothing, then." Better Roland than Nita, and better Roland than anyone else on the train. His hand hovers close over its surface, and he only hesitates once before he goes in for the plunge, dipping the side of his knuckles into the sludge and goop.
It's not...unpleasant, at least. Neutral temperature, and it reminds him of tree sap with the way its viscosity wraps around his hand. He lifts his hand for Nita to study, the trail dripping down at a snail's pace. It was aesthetically pleasing, at the very least.
"Bottom's up?" He waits for Nita to finish looking at the syrup before he decides to risk it and taste it himself.
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"Here goes nothing, then." Better Roland than Nita, and better Roland than anyone else on the train. His hand hovers close over its surface, and he only hesitates once before he goes in for the plunge, dipping the side of his knuckles into the sludge and goop.
It's not...unpleasant, at least. Neutral temperature, and it reminds him of tree sap with the way its viscosity wraps around his hand. He lifts his hand for Nita to study, the trail dripping down at a snail's pace. It was aesthetically pleasing, at the very least.
"Bottom's up?" He waits for Nita to finish looking at the syrup before he decides to risk it and taste it himself.