[ Honestly. Tezcatlipoca has pretty much forgotten about it, because he’s been dealing with it for multiple days now. Most people just ignore it, either because Tezcatlipoca can be intense and they don’t want to get on his bad side or they just accept that yeah, sure, this guy could be sparkling. So, the reminder makes him frown sourly, and he looks down at his arm like he’s just remembering it. ]

Yeah, I fuckin’ am. Can’t get this shit off, and trust me, I’ve tried. Day I got the stupid gift probably spent two hours in the showers until they came and kicked me out…

[ So if there wasn’t any hot water on the 28th, now we know who to blame. ]

I’m guessing I won Sampo’s poll about being the most beautiful Outsider, but haven’t confirmed yet because if I see the guy I might try and shoot him. It’s true, considering I’m a god of beauty, but damn.

[ It’s so matter-of-fact that it goes beyond just being self-confident or arrogant. That’s just how things go for gods, apparently… He takes the smaller bottle and pulls a cork out of the top. ]

Anyways, yeah, I’m sure. You’re even in luck, since pulque ain’t strong at all. [ He starts to pour it, and though the smell isn’t overly strong, it’s definitely fermented. ] You don’t like it, good news is that you get the harder stuff instead.