[ John's in the middle of sorting a supply cabinet when a familiar voice greets him, and he turns over his shoulder to check and— oh! well, this is a face he recognises. ]
Oh, hi! —Yeah, I do. [ no shit, John. ] You on the, uh...?
[ bar, is what he's asking, but he let's it dwindle into nothing just in case Venom's job involves rendering Other Services. it's not his place to judge, and frankly he wouldn't care, but there's still some ingrained English prudishness in him and a subsequent willingness to let other people bring it up first. ]
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Oh, hi! —Yeah, I do. [ no shit, John. ] You on the, uh...?
[ bar, is what he's asking, but he let's it dwindle into nothing just in case Venom's job involves rendering Other Services. it's not his place to judge, and frankly he wouldn't care, but there's still some ingrained English prudishness in him and a subsequent willingness to let other people bring it up first. ]