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WHAT in person
WHERE anywhere
WHEN DAY 86

[ anyway things are great and calm and wonderful and also your phone keeps sending you texts:

applesauce they are coming avocado toast jelly beans rainbow iris phone call 898376665 left left left opportunity

what are YOU up to today or night or whatever ]

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[ someone got stumbling sloshed and found his way back to Chuuya's apartment and then just lets himself in and finds a nice place on the kitchen floor to flop down and basically faceplant. ]

[someone bundled up on the balcony and dozed off while smoking (dangerous!) but he's not lacking in awareness enough to not notice someone breaking into his apartment then stumbling through it

of course he knows who it is

it takes him a few minutes of blinking up at the night sky to sigh and rub his eyes and admit he's cold anyway and go back indoors and into the kitchen]

[ don’t judge him for this the floor is nice and cool without being too cold ]

What are you doing?

I thought I’d come home.

[ he says with such a completely innocent face that you know he’s like. Beyond drunk. Beyond shitfaced. He doesn’t even lift his head before he starts talking anyway ]

What are YOU doing.

[why are you like this

sit down next to him, he still has a blanket over his shoulders]

Someone woke me up, stumbling around noisily in the middle of the night.

[ he could answer that or just make a soft of grab for Chuuya’s. Shoulder. Or hair. Whatever. ]

[grabbed

what]

[ tugggg..,,, kind of not very hard tho bc then he just lets go and takes the moment to roll onto his back ]

There’s a kind of vodka that has a dead mans toe inside. Or it used to. It’s served in a very specific bar in a very specific place in a ... it’s a very specific place. It’s cold there. Snow cold. Maybe it’s a Russian terrier. Territory. A Russian city.

[stares down at him, looks upward, then lies down next to him also on his back]

That sounds disgusting. Have you tried it?

I was going to buy it turns out a careless bartender poured it right into a customers cup. And then the man drank it. The toe. Swallowed it. They say the vodka doesn’t taste the same without the toe pickling in it.