[A veteran of getting so fucked up at parties that he doesn't know where he is, Iggy is mostly standing beside Matt because he's cute in a sort of '90s British Invasion' kind of way.
He's draining yet another drink, slopping a little on his ruffled sleeves, listening as best he can.]
Yeah, the microcosm is the macrocosm, I get that. But like... why? Isn't intent like... paramount? Is that a word?
And what the heck are sweetmeats?
[He looks at Matt curiously as he starts struggling for breath.] Watch that gag reflex, sweetie.
[Oh. Wait. He's--]
Ohmygod are you choking?!
[he looks around for literally anyone more qualified to save a life than he is and finds nobody. Crap. Making a constant high pitched sound of alarm he drops his glass and hurries to get behind Matt. The Heimlich. Right. He's seen this in movies! And once, more memorably, at a house party. So he claps his hands just below Matt's ribs and thrusts in and up as hard as he can.]
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He's draining yet another drink, slopping a little on his ruffled sleeves, listening as best he can.]
Yeah, the microcosm is the macrocosm, I get that. But like... why? Isn't intent like... paramount? Is that a word?
And what the heck are sweetmeats?
[He looks at Matt curiously as he starts struggling for breath.] Watch that gag reflex, sweetie.
[Oh. Wait. He's--]
Ohmygod are you choking?!
[he looks around for literally anyone more qualified to save a life than he is and finds nobody. Crap. Making a constant high pitched sound of alarm he drops his glass and hurries to get behind Matt. The Heimlich. Right. He's seen this in movies! And once, more memorably, at a house party. So he claps his hands just below Matt's ribs and thrusts in and up as hard as he can.]