If you've gotten this far without any trouble, I won't doubt that.

[ or it's that awesome luck, but he won't repeat that. but yes, marco's apparently not an environmentalist. he fills his empty bottle with the water, takes a tentative sip— and doesn't die. ]

... I'll give myself six hours. [ that's when the poison of this will kick in.

next to be dunked is the gross handkerchief, followed by him shrugging off his coat. he glances back to her. ]

So, will you go, or...

[ he wants to eventually wash his shirt too miu :( while the monsters are still unaware of his lovesickness ]