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WHAT ANYTHING
WHERE ANYWHERE
WHEN DAY 77 OR SOMETHING?

[yet another lovely winter day! the air is nice and crisp, and the sky is a bright, deep blue! whatever plays the role of the sun seems to want to stay out longer and it's just so nice, might as well take a walk and deal with reindeer as they come for more treats, right?

though some may notice there are some... very terribly suspicious blood stains at the opening of an alleyway somewhere. like. a LOT of blood. maybe some brain matter? that can't be good...

BUT HEY! SUN, AMIRITE?]

((OOC: YES THE BLOOD IS HUMAN FOR YOU BLOOD-SNIFFING/-LICKING TYPES))

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[ it's because you have been.

just gonna mope for a while ]

[what if all of the softness in our relationship wasn't predicated first on doing violence to each other

Chuuya is thinking about maybe he has trapped himself??]

[ should have let him hit you with the bottle chuuya ]

At least let me finish the bottle.

[ w h i n e s ]

[eyeroll]

If you can get to the bottle you can drink it.

[ rolls to look at the ceiling ]

Where'd you put it.

It's just on the table in the other room. If you can't remember that much you probably don't need any more.

[ grunts and it's time to try rolling off the bed take two ]

[doooesn't stop him this time]

How're you going to try to get out?

I'm going to drink on it and figure it out.

[ hum except now he's on the floor and it seems comfortable. ]

[buddy]

I'm kind of surprised. I thought you'd take any excuse to leave.

Maybe I will when I'm done. Done drinking.

I meant leave Port Mafia.

[ i dont want to have this conversation

drags himself up with the help of the bed and the wall and leans against the wall before heading back out of the bedroom. ]

[if you don't want to have it drunk and you don't want to have it sober you haven't left a lot of options.

sighs and follows him so that you know, in case he does try to throw himself off the balcony or sth]

It's not like you were ever that subtle about it, I don't know why you're so cagey now.

You're too stupid to keep up so don't bother trying.

[ ok. ok. grabs the bottle and then sits on the couch. ]

Ah right, I've only been listening to you bitch about your job for four years. Where the hell would an idiot like me get the idea you'd be happy to escape it? It's the perfect excuse, isn't it? For once you didn't actually do anything, even I can't blame you.

[ finishes up the bottle and throws it at chuuya tho his aim is wildly off and he isn't even trying ]

[how about this, grabs the bottle out of midair and throws it back at him. only he's missing on purpose, so it smashes into the wall over his head]

As always, you've got some fucking nerve.

[ he's a little surprise by the fact it hit the wall honestly but stands again, wobbling ]

Did you really expect something different?

I thought... you might at least enjoy it for a little while.

[ oh my god chuuya

just laughs and waves his hand heading for the door ]

[like hell ur leaving]

You can't seriously think this place suits me better than it does you.

[stomps after him]

[ let me figure out doors again and i will so leave ]

You're the home maker~. Maybe you should settle down with some. . . something. Retire and take up painting.

And you're the lazy drunken asshole who hates responsibility!

[grabs him by the back of the shirt to spin him around]

[ stumbles and grabs onto Chuuya to keep from falling ]

I am drunk. [ this is true ] But I'm still. . . [ trails off ] but if you hate me being boss so much, you could take over, you know? It's pretty easy just [ throat slicing motion ]