/ Don't force ships.
Don't force replies.
Don't force RP.
Don't harass.
Don't scold someone for not being around or available to entertain your ass.
Kindly FUCK OFF.
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He hadn't expected such a raw explanation. An answer that, undeniably, took a lot from the other sinner to admit. Head tipping ever so slightly. Eyes narrowing upon the reflection of his friend through the mirror.
Head lowering to turn; sliding around on the stool to +
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stool in thought. In debate with himself. His mind and heart were always at war with one another when it came to Vincent.
Sights lift back up; posing a new question.
“ How's the sedation, old pal.ᐣ Beginning to wear off yet.ᐣ ”
He needs to know these answers +
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( he enjoyed the waffle so much he didn’t realize his mouth was a red mess. husk quickly took a napkin and cleaned it ) hate this freaking fur ..
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glasses is where his gaze ends.
Seeing his company with his head hung low: seeming completely numb to the night.)
How long.ᐣ..
(A soft hum of static filled the space between them.)
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(Attention befalls upon the barkeeper once more as he hummed off to tend to other customers. Eyes steal another side glance. Finger traces the rim of his own glass in silent thought. A light sigh escapes from his throat. How long had this been going on.ᐣ He wants to +
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Yeah.. been a while..
(Murmuring, slurred... only to play into still feeling sedated... dipping his head to avoid. That. Gaze. Vox had been here a lot... alone. But he wouldn't spill that yet.)
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ask. He wants to pry. To poke. To nag.
Anything go get an answer.
But instead.. He sits at the bar. Leaning some onto an elbow as he looked across to the various bottles of alcohol.
𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯; he thought.
The mirror above the assorted +
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but at different times.ᐣ
Stealing a glance over to Vincent as if expecting him to explain the question Alastor refuses to ask. Shaking his head. What would a sedated Vincent know about their past, right.ᐣ Poor fellow probably can't even recall his own name right now.
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Settling so gracefully upon his claimed stool. Tugging the other to follow along with a small indicator that they were where he had planned. Hoping that Vincent wouldn't be too awfully disappointed. Seeming unfazed by the spot's reputation with them. A small hum, +
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This was their place. Their spot... the amount of times that they had laughed so hard theyd fallen out of a chair. Gotten drunk beyond coherencey and mentioning embarrassing things...
Tonight was going to be long.
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Placing his award-winning grin upon his features. The bartender already placing their signature drinks in front of them. Muttering how it had been some time since he'd seen them there together.
To which won a blink from the stag. Had they been coming to the same bar, +
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small " family owned " business they had occupied on and off for over seventy years.. Why not revive old times in the exact same spot where everything had ended.ᐣ Good choice, Alastor. ( not. )
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A bad idea, indeed, but also one Alastor was curious of reliving. How would things go tonight with Vox under the influence of ⎯⎯ who knows what.ᐣ
A shrug of shoulders, he's nodding and leading them down the crowded streets of Hell towards their usual spot. Some +
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