{A person. His own brother. There was something inside of him. One of his nanites, maybe?}
*The tool bobs as he signs, and the canteen wobbles and tilts as it spins. Cesar seems unconcerned, and turns the machine off: the canteen drops into his waiting hand. The cups are already waiting...*
*The smoothie is fairly well mixed as he fills each cup about halfway, and he pushes one towards L, lifting his own for a taste.*
*It's good. Not fantastic, but for something homemade and spur-of-the-moment it's good enough to load the last of their ingredients into the canteen. He lifts his cup in a 'cheers' to L, drinks some more, and then reaches for the tequila, adding a dash. The bottle is offered to L.*
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Date: 2015-04-22 03:30 am (UTC){A person. His own brother. There was something inside of him. One of his nanites, maybe?}
*The tool bobs as he signs, and the canteen wobbles and tilts as it spins. Cesar seems unconcerned, and turns the machine off: the canteen drops into his waiting hand. The cups are already waiting...*
*The smoothie is fairly well mixed as he fills each cup about halfway, and he pushes one towards L, lifting his own for a taste.*
*It's good. Not fantastic, but for something homemade and spur-of-the-moment it's good enough to load the last of their ingredients into the canteen. He lifts his cup in a 'cheers' to L, drinks some more, and then reaches for the tequila, adding a dash. The bottle is offered to L.*