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Who: Schuldig and whoever stops by.
What: BOOZE.
When: Most of April 30th
Where: Aerie.
Summary: Schuldig is 'celebrating' his birthday by getting blind stinking drunk.
Rating: Probably PG-13. It's Schuldig.
The Malnosso clearly had a sense of humor, since Schuldig's personality returned to normal just in time for him to celebrate his birthday the same way he has for years.
In a bar, with massive amounts of alcohol and generalized unhappiness.
So for most of the day, the German telepath could be found in Aerie, blitzed out of his mind, not to mention anyone else's, and buried in a funk of monumental proportions.
Whether or not he would welcome company probably depended on the time of day, the nature of the company, exactly what he was drinking at the time, the prevailing wind, and myriad other random or not-so-random factors.
What: BOOZE.
When: Most of April 30th
Where: Aerie.
Summary: Schuldig is 'celebrating' his birthday by getting blind stinking drunk.
Rating: Probably PG-13. It's Schuldig.
The Malnosso clearly had a sense of humor, since Schuldig's personality returned to normal just in time for him to celebrate his birthday the same way he has for years.
In a bar, with massive amounts of alcohol and generalized unhappiness.
So for most of the day, the German telepath could be found in Aerie, blitzed out of his mind, not to mention anyone else's, and buried in a funk of monumental proportions.
Whether or not he would welcome company probably depended on the time of day, the nature of the company, exactly what he was drinking at the time, the prevailing wind, and myriad other random or not-so-random factors.
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"That's not very responsible pet ownership, leavin' your dog locked up home alone like this." Gojyo leaned back against the bar, fishing one of his precious remaining cigarettes out of his pocket. "Better be careful, or someone'll report you."
Edited for log layout. Hi, I'm awake, really.
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"So I'm not a very res'pons'ble pet owner. Farf c'n fuckin' take care of 'imself for one day," he growled, shoving a hand through his hair roughly. His bandanna and sunglasses were sitting discarded on the bar.
Your cigarette is getting stared at, Gojyo. His had been ruined by saltwater when he got here, so he hasn't had one since before Luceti. Yes, the withdrawal symptoms were over by now. No, he didn't care.
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"I'd ask who broke your heart, sweet cheeks," Gojyo chuckled, reaching behind the bar and nabbing himself a bottle from the well. "But th'thing is, I don't like you, so I really don't give a shit."
Lemony-limey vodka? Interesting. Sure, he'll drink that! Cheers, Schuldig.
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Schuldig swished the liquor around in his bottle, staring into it for a long moment before drinking again. "Not even sure I have one anymore."
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He took a long swig, hissing at the burn. "Town full of people who ate th'angry motherfucker cookies, an' I end up in th'bar with th'one guy who ate th'sad bastard ones instead. Th'hell's wrong with this place today?"
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his teampeople with his horrible singing voice. "Not gonna sing."Schuldig finished off his bottle and shoved it down to cluster with the rest of what he'd been drinking. "Didn't. I ate th' fuckin' ethical moron cookies, but I'm me today. Figures. One day of the year I wouldn't MIND not bein' me, so of course they turn me back f'r it. Arschlochs."
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"So?"
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Nice whiskey. Schuldig swallows down a decent amount of it without a cough.
"Don't like to remember."
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"Th'mind readin', and all that, that somethin' th'Malnossi did to ya?"
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"Just...showed up, when I was thirteen. Most kids start growin' extra hair and noticin' girls. I started hearin' voices. Life went all t'hell."
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"That doesn't sound too bad, actually. Readin' minds, hearin' what people're thinkin'? Not too bad at all."
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"It doesn't turn OFF," Schuldig growls, drinking some more. Mmm, whiskey, indeed. "Ev'ryone 'round me, ALL the TIME. No matter how stupid or petty th' thought. Like bein' in the middle of a huge crowd that. Won't. Shut. Up."
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"So it's fuckin' noisy. So fuckin' what?" This is good enough whiskey that he wants a glass. Ah, much better. "You get t'hear what people think. I know people who'd pay good money t'be able t'do somethin' like that, so what th'hell are you complainin' for?"
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Schuldig needs more whiskey for this bullshit. "Or th' bastards who tortured me an' fucked with my head f'years, 'cause they wanted t'use what I c'n do."
This grumbling is barely audible, "Why's ev'ry-damn-body think readin' minds is so damn great? It sucks."
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Fuck this. He needs another cigarette. "You can do somethin' nobody else can, an' you're complainin' about it. You want t'be like th'rest of 'em?" He gestures at the window. "Runnin' around, laughin' an' huggin' an' too fuckin' stupid t'know any better? Be my fuckin' guest." Shit. No ashtrays. Fuck it, the floor's good enough for ashing on. "Get yourself killed enough times, an' you'll lose it. They'll take it away from ya, but stop fuckin' whining."