[Two] [Voice]

[unrestingdemon]

[Any sensible man would stay far away from the keyboard when he was drunk, would stay far away from anything involving words and company and other people listening to him.

Penemue, for all his intelligence, is not a sensible man.]

Where the fuck are the fucking words?

[Yes, he sounds very drunk, and Scottish, and drunk.

...Boy is he going to

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[heraldingdawn]

How do you lose words?

[Voice]

[unrestingdemon]

They won't-

[A growl, and a thud like he's just slammed a limb against something]

They won't fucking come, the fucking bastards.

[Voice]

[heraldingdawn]

And posting drunk on the internet helps?

[Voice]

[unrestingdemon]

[Drunken yelling time!] There is nothing wrong with being drunk!

[Pause]

...Or on the Internet. [Lowering his voice:] There are words here.

[ voice ]

[cosmetic_devil]

Fucking, clearly. You should let them finish before you go interrupting.

[ voice ]

[unrestingdemon]

Fucking words, Azzy, fucking words. I hate the fucking words and- and-

Why the fuck won't they just come?

[ voice ]

[cosmetic_devil]

[ A soft chuckle. ]

They have stamina, apparently.

[ Can practically hear him smirking.]

[ voice ]

[unrestingdemon]

Fucking stamina!

[The bane of his life! ...Y'know, along with a thousand other things. He has a lot of banes, he's practically a bane magnet if the truth is to be told.]

[And his voice has gone all whiny now, for that won't be humiliating in the morning at all.]

...It's not like I want to hurt them. You understand that, don't you?

[ voice ]

[kochab]

[ if there was more amusement in his voice, he'd be out right laughing ]

Running away, bro. Definitely running away.

[ voice ]

[unrestingdemon]

[He will never live this down, ever. His barely understandable slurring shall be remembered for the rest of time.]

Why? I only fucking- urgh- I only-

Urgh.

Fucking words.