[BACKDATED slightly to last night following the conclusion of
this thread. At first there's just a lot of fumbling on the audio feed, and then Roxas's less-than-articulate mumbles can be heard.]
...give't back, it's my NV. I'm fine.
[Some more scuffling ensues as someone else gets hold of the device, and the feed switches to video, revealing the
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[Guess who is babysitting the drunk and sighing. This guy right here.]
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Roxas, are you okay?
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Mmm? I'm fine. Keep telling him that.
[Except he's tired now, and wants to go home, but the ground is more than a little unsteady and it's easier to stay here and just stare into space.]
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You look a little red in the face. Do you want to go home?
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Atlas has the good grace to look sheepish.] Sorry 'bout this, bit of a mix up. [He glances at the zombie.] Might need ta take him somewhere, looks like ya'd knock and no one'd be home.
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Yeah.
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I'll take him home. C'mon, Roxas. I'll carry you. [The kid doesn't look like he can walk in a straight line.]
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[He turned to Roxas.] Take care of yerself, yeah kid? I'll apologize proper when yer not lookin' so... absent.
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I can walk.
[Things are still fuzzy, but he knows he doesn't want anyone to carry him.]
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[He turns back to Roxas.] Okay, let's go.
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When they reached a corner, he stumbled as he stepped off the curb, taking an extra second to regain his bearings. What was wrong with him? Walking without tripping wasn't normally so intensive.]
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