[yeah but he knows what those are for and he's petty, so he's wedged himself in the corner where a bookshelf meets a wall, sitting on the floor.]

Nn.

[well that attempt at words didn't work. maybe not terribly surprising with how visibly fucked up he is by the drugs, flushed and shaking, but he bites his lip and tries again.]

No. Can't say I'm a fan.