*staggers home, drunk late at night*

*flops down on the couch then winces as his shoulder comes in contact with back cushion*

>_<

Ow.

*figures things have finally calmed down enough after the boozing, burning fireworks warehouse, and other dragon-related chaos for him to risk hooking up with Kulinaiel*

*saunters vaguely Temple-wards, doing his best to appear inconspicuous*

*staggers back home with a liberated bottle of tequila and stinking of ditchwater*

*makes it as far as the living room and flops onto the couch*

*hugs his bottle of tequila and giggles quietly to himself*

*goes for a wander around town, taking a hip flask of booze with him instead of skulking in the pub*

*is in an astoundingly cheerful mood*

*wanders about the house in a semi-daze of adolescent euphoria without any intoxicating aids*

*breaks free of his combination cupboard/forge*

*makes for the nearest source of beer in town, that being the pub of course*

*paces about, unsure of what project to work on next*

*fails to come up wtih anything suitably inspiring which in turn fuels his frustration*

*scowls and lights a cigarette*

*works long and hard on his newest little project*

*gets to a point where it's almost finished then heads out*

*skulks a safe distance from the temple, hoping for Kulinaiel to put in an appearance*

*arms himself JUST to be on the safe side*

*wakes up with only one thing on his mind*

*lurches out of bed and pulls on some clothes and stumbles downstairs*

Forgeforgeforgeforgeforge

Gemsgemsgemsgemsgemsgems

Forgeforgeforgeforgeforgeforge...*shuffles into the library and starts rifling through some of his father and grandfather's notes and records on their own creations ( Read more... )

*figures from here on, being fully armed in public isn't just a good idea, it's probably essential to the continuation of his life*

*arms himself to the teeth*

GOING OUT! BACK EVENTUALLY.

ETA:*decides he really needs to pay his Uncle Turco and his fair woman a visit*