It's cool.
The male had been sitting in silence, though his head had been pumping with music. He almost wished he had brought his guitar, but he figured that he would be walking around with too many things since he had the backpack on his back for the bottles that he would take back to his den. In fact, this is what he started to do. He unzipped the backpack and grabbed another few bottles from behind the counter and he stuffed them in the bag without a problem. The way he had put them made room for about seven bottles. He wanted an even ten bottles, so he would carry three of them in his arms on the way home. That was...if he didn't drink the ones in his hand on the way home. He had a tendency to do so sometimes. Like the party with Addison. He had brought a few drinks along with him, and because of the drinking, he had forgotten that he was supposed to be looking for help for Addison and her bleeding head, and instead he just passed out in the middle of the forest, drunk.
The rainbow headed punk had been drinking the vodka almost like it was water now. He was starting to get used to the taste, the burning as it went down his throat. It made him stop drinking and giggle a few times because it was actually getting satisfying to him. He had been in the middle of another swig when a scent entered his nares. A woman. Audits turned to the door, and there was a woman, her pelt beautiful, pure ivory. However, she had lacked something that Daisuke found oh-so attractive on a woman. Scars. She truly was pure, truly an angel. Scars were something that proved to Daisuke that one was alive, that they were real, not a figment of his imagination. Pour me one, will you? the woman asked him. Daisuke's tail wagged gently, and a smile held on his ebon lips.
"speech"
It's the perfect denial Such a beautiful lie to believe in So beautiful, beautiful it makes me |
| Messages In This Thread |