Sunny remained silent for a while, then sighed.
He wanted to drink something with more bite than water… coincidentally, a familiar green palisade of soju bottles was looking at him invitingly from a nearby display, begging to be bought.
He raised an eyebrow.
'Since when do I crave alcohol?'
Sunny had avoided alcohol entirely for many years after the Forgotten Shore. He only allowed himself to enjoy it from time to time now because his Rank made him all but immune to intoxication — so, he could enjoy an occasional glass of wine without suffering the consequences of imbibing it.
But at the moment, as a mundane person, he once again wanted to stay as far away from alcohol as possible. It was just that the Devil Detective's body, it seemed, had its own opinion.
…Maybe he was someone's better twin, after all.
Looking away from the soju bottles, Sunny glanced at Effie.
