[ Aventurine your self-awareness? He rolls his eye, but is ultimately forced to accept this compromise, because otherwise they'll be arguing all night. At some point, their stupid back and forth has hit the strange equilibrium of a partnership.

But his ears flatten automatically at the threat. One is already a little fucked up because Boothill is a little bitch. Leave them alone. ]

I can't sleep after I've dosed myself, idiot.

[ the way the drugs he makes are so wildly potent actually ]

Who are you to make threats anyway? I'm the doctor here. You're my patient.