[ He's halfway between taking experimental sips from this decanter - some kind of vodka, he thinks, that'll knock him out, good - and hauling his ass back over the counter to see if there's anything else he can use to make himself forget that this is all happening when the second question hits.
He sighs, slipping back on the stool and letting his eyes slip shut. This is only because he can't think and go looking for more liquor at the same time. Hey, he's not gonna argue the empty head thing. ]
Carmilla. He calls you Carmilla. [ He opens his eyes and snorts. ] Okay, sure. He's the one with the delusions that he's gonna be your friend someday and I'm the annoying one. [ He'll, again, hop onto the counter, but this time backward, holding onto the edge to snag a darker looking wine from the rack. ] What the fuck ever. Can we just drink? I'm trying not to be conscious when he wakes up again.
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[ He's halfway between taking experimental sips from this decanter - some kind of vodka, he thinks, that'll knock him out, good - and hauling his ass back over the counter to see if there's anything else he can use to make himself forget that this is all happening when the second question hits.
He sighs, slipping back on the stool and letting his eyes slip shut. This is only because he can't think and go looking for more liquor at the same time. Hey, he's not gonna argue the empty head thing. ]
Carmilla. He calls you Carmilla. [ He opens his eyes and snorts. ] Okay, sure. He's the one with the delusions that he's gonna be your friend someday and I'm the annoying one. [ He'll, again, hop onto the counter, but this time backward, holding onto the edge to snag a darker looking wine from the rack. ] What the fuck ever. Can we just drink? I'm trying not to be conscious when he wakes up again.