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[blackrecords]

*Someone hasn't been taking the recent string of murders very well-- or rather, one victim in particular has him totally in shambles. Pulling himself together and trying to figure out who the murderer was only worked for so long, and after about four days of not being able to sleep Devit's at his breaking point and likely to lash out at just about

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[blackrecords]

*Shakes his head. He hasn't had anywhere near enough, in his opinion.*

[blackrecords]

*Mumbles*

'S no one I wanna drink with...

[besomeothername]

[Peeks in from the hallway] You all right in there?

[blackrecords]

*Sniffle. Does he look alright?*

[besomeothername]

[Not, not at all. Goes to crouch beside him and put a hand on his shoulder]

[blackrecords]

*Jumps at the touch, turning to look at Lavi.*

[halfcocked]

Holy shit, it reeks in here.

. . . Hey?

[blackrecords]

*He'll get a glance, but not much more.*

[halfcocked]

[coming in; magically somehow this is after his own post idk]

Hey, it's--it's you, uh, I . . . I heard. That.

[blackrecords]

... Have you?

He... hasn't come back yet.

[notakumamommy]

... [not recognizing him, this is too much alcohol for anyone to have in their system really..]

You still alive?

[blackrecords]

*Turns and looks at him. He is, unfortunately. In his opinion, at least.*

You're-- Alma?

[notakumamommy]

[wrinkles his brows. well, you know his name.]

Yes.. that's me. Did you really drink all that? [wandering a bit closer, wondering if yet another clinic visit is in need.]

[blackrecords]

... Most of it... *It might, if he drinks much more.*