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i'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
ooc|| ugh, sorry i made you wait D:
The bottle was shoved into his grip, and without a scintilla of hesitation took a gulp. He felt the raw burn in his throat as the alcohol went down but ignored it, content to simply follow the medic's orders. Giggle followed Samer farther into the city, occasionally taking swings from the bottle. The desired effect of the alcohol was beginning to take hold in him; it never took very much to knock him out. He mumbled a weak 'fine' when the husky addressed him, his tongue heavy in his mouth. The coyote was not a particularly interesting drunk. If anything he was even more boring, growing quieter.
He shrugged at the question, opening his mouth for a moment before words came out. 'I gottina fight. Well, got my ass kicked.' That was pretty much all there was to it. A seven month pup and a pregnant woman. How pathetic. 'Damn wolves,' he added as an afterthought, mostly to himself. He looked at the buildings passing by. 'How muc'longerr?'
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