This Strange Impression

Heath morte dre Soul · 08-07-2010, 10:53 PM

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It was hard for Heath to always believe that there were beings out there had not had an experience similar to the one that Niro was describing. But then he came here, he met Ruri and found that there were creatures out there too pure to be tempted by alcohol or by lust. But the fact that Niro had fallen to it was not surprising for Heath, and he was more amused then anything. The Marshal leaned against the frame of the building, listening and watching as Niro’s face twisted and turned as he fought to remember the details. Details that would not be considered small or erroneous in another story. He was lacking the foundation, and it made even more sense that he was hurting so badly.

Heath took the glass, taking a fairly substantial swig of vodka before placing the cap back onto it. There were always more questions, what else did he remember and what else would be remember down the rode. There were times where one would remember blackouts in dreams, or they drift back to him at a random moment through out the day. But Heath didn’t feel the need make Niro worry that memories of a meeting he would rather not remember might come back to him suddenly and without warning.

I’m sure you were a gentleman. Heath still smiled, curious in a juvenile way to know how far the two went, if anywhere, in their drunken evening. He gave the other male a pat on the shoulder before going to place the bottle back to its cupboard. When he returned Heath hoped that Niro would begin to feel better. How does that feel? He asked, thinking about his headache. You might want to drink some water and then get moving. Blood flow, that’s important. Just a bit of advice from his many hang over.

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