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[bethebetterman]

[Later in the evening, Casimiro is wandering around town "behaving". Yes, after running amok a few nights ago, he's now attempting to keep a low profile. Long story short, he decided to take his evening meal tonight from a few drones he met at the bar. All of whom he gave copious amounts of alcohol to. So, yes. Casimiro is now stumbling around

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[perfektsymmetry]

[This kid speaks near-prefect Italian! As a matter of fact, he learned it from someone who taught him the all the colorful words you're giving to his mailbox. Wh-what is going on. As a matter of fact, he'll even respond to you in Italian:]

Ah, sir... is there a problem?

[bethebetterman]

[Well now that they're in Italian mode, he'll just stick to that. For simplicity's sake.]

S'thing fuckin'... ran into me.

[perfektsymmetry]

[Oh goodness. He's very drunk, isn't he.]

Ah, right. They do they sometimes, eh?

Do you, uh, need help?

[bethebetterman]

[Quite so. He teeters a little.]

Help with what? You tryin' to say somethin' to me?

[perfektsymmetry]

N-No, it's just that you seem, uh, lost?

[bethebetterman]

Oh. Oh.

[Drunken epiphanies are sure great. He stumbles closer.]

Yeah! I can't find my way out of this goddamn town.

[perfektsymmetry]

I'm afraid that this being Mayfield, that's impossible. I know the town pretty well though, maybe I can help you find your way back home?

[bethebetterman]

What? ... Oh, then I don't need ya. I know my way back, don' patronize me pal.

[Might need help walking though, as he turns to bump into that pesky mailbox again.]

[perfektsymmetry]

I wasn't trying to be. Sorry.

[Flinches as you crash into the mailbox again.]

Are you sure...?

[bethebetterman]

Forget about it.

[He sure got over that fast. He's more irritated at that meddlesome mailbox that keeps lunging into his path.]

Sure I'm sure.

[perfektsymmetry]

Then you better lookout for that tree...!

[bethebetterman]

[Thunk.]

Uarrgh son of a-!

[And he leans on the tree, grabbing his face]