[ Sora giving up on a lost cause? Hm. That'd make his current situation a whole lot easier, actually.
Skyler stops his perusal of the alcohol content of this bottle to look at her for a second. An expression like someone getting hit by a firehose's worth of water but in a mildly pleased sort of way crosses his face for a moment. In a move that one could describe as a classic Sora (if one wanted to be strangled for it), he plunks down the wine, grabs his lantern, and falls off the bar. There's a graceless thump-thump-thump as he lands in a heap on the floor. He didn't even bother to pretend to aim with his feet. He would love to have alcoholic hallucinations, thanks.
He. Does run into a problem, though. ]
Fuck. Dammit. [ His hand reappears and places his lantern back on the counter. It's still spiderwebbed with fine cracks, still poison label green. ] Everything looks fucking green with that. God, fucking, piss, shit...
[ And he'll start pulling bottles from under the counter, indiscriminately, swearing as he goes, making both a ruckus and a mess. Thanks for the tip, Carmilla, you've invited the fucking zoo. ]
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[ Sora giving up on a lost cause? Hm. That'd make his current situation a whole lot easier, actually.
Skyler stops his perusal of the alcohol content of this bottle to look at her for a second. An expression like someone getting hit by a firehose's worth of water but in a mildly pleased sort of way crosses his face for a moment. In a move that one could describe as a classic Sora (if one wanted to be strangled for it), he plunks down the wine, grabs his lantern, and falls off the bar. There's a graceless thump-thump-thump as he lands in a heap on the floor. He didn't even bother to pretend to aim with his feet. He would love to have alcoholic hallucinations, thanks.
He. Does run into a problem, though. ]
Fuck. Dammit. [ His hand reappears and places his lantern back on the counter. It's still spiderwebbed with fine cracks, still poison label green. ] Everything looks fucking green with that. God, fucking, piss, shit...
[ And he'll start pulling bottles from under the counter, indiscriminately, swearing as he goes, making both a ruckus and a mess. Thanks for the tip, Carmilla, you've invited the fucking zoo. ]