Coming straight from the stage, Miach ignored the people around him and looked straight at Reverb, hoping he'd be able to rely on his savior once more. "Hi Reverb. Do me a favor, please. A rum with pineapple juice. And don't be shy..."
As soon as his order had been heard, the tall Acanthus looked down at his feet, ready to crumble any moment, fidgeting and shivering while mumbling words noone could overhear.