Alcoholic: A Double Drabble (200 words)
Alcoholic
A Yami no Matsuei Drabble
by Dorian Gray
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"T-tol'rance is a kind'a numbness." He couldn't feel his hands anymore. Whoops, there went his glass.
"C'mon, you've had enough." Was the voice -- Hisoka -- Hisoka's voice -- was it angry? Or was that a sigh? Did Hisoka have tolerance? Yep -- he felt like giggling -- poor Hisoka needed lots of tolerance, having to take care of his drunk partner. But was he drunk enough? No, better make sure --
"No, put that back -- we're going. Now." Hisoka was being mean again.
"Wh-wh-why did you have'ta --"
"For your own good. And I never said I wasn't mean." Meanie.
They were on the street, in the dark.
"T-toleranc'for pain. That another kind'a t-tolerance." Everything seemed clearer in the night air, even if he couldn't feel his feet. "Tolerance for bein' alone. Tolerance for killing people. Tolerance for alcohol --"
He didn't feel so good. Uh oh. There was a wall -- he was leaning against it -- throwing up -- someone was rubbing his back, wiping a cloth across his mouth.
"C'mon." A sigh. "We're almost there."
"S-sorry."
"Whatever. Now move -- no, the other foot ..." Another sigh.
"S-S-"
"Don't be sorry -- just walk."
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A Yami no Matsuei Drabble
by Dorian Gray
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"T-tol'rance is a kind'a numbness." He couldn't feel his hands anymore. Whoops, there went his glass.
"C'mon, you've had enough." Was the voice -- Hisoka -- Hisoka's voice -- was it angry? Or was that a sigh? Did Hisoka have tolerance? Yep -- he felt like giggling -- poor Hisoka needed lots of tolerance, having to take care of his drunk partner. But was he drunk enough? No, better make sure --
"No, put that back -- we're going. Now." Hisoka was being mean again.
"Wh-wh-why did you have'ta --"
"For your own good. And I never said I wasn't mean." Meanie.
They were on the street, in the dark.
"T-toleranc'for pain. That another kind'a t-tolerance." Everything seemed clearer in the night air, even if he couldn't feel his feet. "Tolerance for bein' alone. Tolerance for killing people. Tolerance for alcohol --"
He didn't feel so good. Uh oh. There was a wall -- he was leaning against it -- throwing up -- someone was rubbing his back, wiping a cloth across his mouth.
"C'mon." A sigh. "We're almost there."
"S-sorry."
"Whatever. Now move -- no, the other foot ..." Another sigh.
"S-S-"
"Don't be sorry -- just walk."
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