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[counterfeitheart]

[It isn't the least bit of a surprise. By the time they drink enough of it, they won't taste it anymore anyway.

Kira is fine with leading the way to the mess hall and just gathering up any number of containers that he could. Bottles, jars, it didn't matter, though things with a top are best. No bowls.]

Now... let's see what we can get out of this baby.

[He's not going to ask Katou to fiddle with the machine, just trying to see what settings he could get on it to make some real rank, terrible booze. The strength was the only thing that mattered.]

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C'mon, gimme the hardest shit you've got!

[ With that encouraging line, he's actually going to hang back and let Kira work it out. He trusts things to work out better that way somehow. ]

[counterfeitheart]

[It doesn't take long before Kira manages to make something that smells like motor oil, and he sniffs it for good measure, gagging a little at the smell.]

WHOOF! Alright, this shit is probably good.

[Time to make a few more cups of it.]

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[ Katou leans over to take a sniff. ]

Holy shit, my eyes just watered. That's the stuff.

[ And while Kira's trying to make more, he's gonna try and take a sip of what's already been made. ]