...There was
some guy covered in rhinestones and frills and shit going through the trashcan outside this morning. 'Least it ain't a giant raccoon or whatever, but hell. I dunno where he went, though.
Hey, Eyepatch, unless you're stuck in a dress or some shit, I ain't running this place for you. [Pencil taaaps.] Lemme know what's up before I start
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I owe you one. You and Pollux both.
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Not really. You would've done the same.
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[Pause. He just can't let this go, for whatever reason.] ...But thanks anyway, for everything.
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[Because getting drunk off your ass is a really terrible coping method D8]
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[This is true. But Castor doesn't mind it once.]
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[Because I figure his memories of the later part of that night are... out of focus at best, and they probably didn't talk much about it the next day. Or... talk much, because lol hangover.]
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Right. Glad to hear it.
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Nice to know you can relax a bit, if nothing else.
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[Pause. What?] ...What's that supposed to mean?
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[Ignores? Maybe. Bottles? Clearly. But he doesn't mope.]
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