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Jul 12, 2010 19:37

[Shamal was drunk. No, okay. Shamal was absolutely positively wasted.

Rewind a few hours and he was tearing into a care package sent by his father. Guess the contents.]

Padre, oh Padre. Meravigliosa. Fantastico.

[He threw the bottle into his mouth, making the whole process look like it involved so much effort, and took a generous swig. The last of his bottles was full only up to the bottom of the label now. He was saddened by this, and was mourning in advance.

His bottom was beginning to hurt from being sat on the floor beside one of the tables in the cafeteria. He tried to get to his feet - alas, it was impossible. Shamal continued to mumble to himself whilst he peeled the label from the liquor bottle out of boredom.]

Bello, bellissimo uomo.

[He was fed up.]

{ooc: so gaiz. this is your chance to torment/abuse/practice your singing with/pet/get to know without the danger of being groped/feel sorry for/adore shamal while he's bumbling and adorable and defenseless. golden opportunity methinks. ABUSE GO GO GO.

he's basically praising his father for providing him with such beauty in the form of alcohol. i used google translate o-orz, sue me.}

&mammon, &bianchi, &byakuran, &chrome, *public, &gokudera, location: cafeteria/kitchen, &tsuna, &ryohei, &spanner, &yamamoto

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