by my seventh shot i was invincible.
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Holy backdated, batman |: Private for Jess. Set to ... pppt. Dec 11th? XD

A frown formed on the sleeping man's face. Something wasn't right. It felt like the sharp light of day was burning a hole straight through his eyelids. The warmth and uncomfortable pinpricks of light were bad enough to rouse him to consciousness, but when his glassy, bloodshot eyes shot open, things only got worse. Barrett groaned and squinted into the blinding light. Efforts to discern much of anything were futile and he quickly lifted one dark paw to shield his face from the luminous assault. A moment later, something occurred to him — he reached out to his right. He found nothing but air and a cold blanket in his grasp.


It wasn't quite what he was looking for, but it would do. He yanked on the fabric and pulled it over his face while still lying on the other half, effectively wrapping himself in it like an enchilada. He was vaguely aware of an empty bottle rolling away, but mostly — ahhh, relief. His tail thumped feebly against the cloth just once, then he slipped back into blissful slumber with a satisfied grin on his face.

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Word Count :: 311 XDDD


She had attempted to compose herself to sleep, though the images in her head proved to be a nuisance. Finding slumber impossible, Lilin had spent the night tossing and turning, trying to drown out the sounds of primal nature: Barrett's lovemaking or rather, his meaningless midnight romp. She had seen and heard entirely too much. The exact time of the woman's departure was uncertain, the newest Hilsburn resident had done everything in her power to keep herself from looking out her window. The last scene she'd laid eyes on involved a female making good use of her hips on top of her landlord and while she'd been shocked at first, watching more than what was intended, Lilin had done a fairly good job keeping to herself, retiring to the confinements of her room for the rest of the night.

Somewhere between dark and light, the earliest rays of sunlight brought forth a new day. Particles of dust glistened brightly as dawn snuck into her living quarters where she would've been asleep, had it not been for the nocturnal ordeal she had involuntarily partaken in. Eyelids half open, revealing a now tarnished blue, Lilin lingered where she lay longer than she would have on a normal day. It was only when she finally mustered up the courage to peer through her window again, over the dead treeline, that she decided to go outside and greet her companion's forlorn silhouette.


"Barry," First came his name, once hushed and barely audible, then a second time; this time louder with plenty more conviction. "Barrett!" she barked, poking what she assumed to be his ribs with her right foot. It was hard to tell in this situation, seeing as he was conveniently shielding himself from the outside world with a blanket. He was enclosed in an aura of alcohol and drugs; it made her stomach churn.


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-Replies out of order like a twit- |: Just felt this one would be easiest right now XD;

An incoherent mumble accompanied some light squirming as his name, scarcely above a whisper, sounded from beyond the confines of his wondrous blanket cocoon. For a moment it seemed all was well, and then! The coffee-coloured loner yapped in alarm, arms flailing wildly as he sought to disentangle himself from the faded cloth. He sat up abruptly and looked frantically from side to side, eyes wide and hackles bristled. In his groggy, hung-over state, he expected some kind of emergency — what else could warrant such a forceful wake-up call?


But instead of the distillery being on fire, the greenhouses raided, or someone missing a limb, he only found Lilin peering down at him expectantly. Lilin! he exclaimed, calming somewhat but still visibly perplexed. What is it? He finally pushed the blanket from his lap and grabbed his shorts, which he slipped into as he stood up. From this elevated perspective, the past night's chaos became more evident. He shook his head and rubbed his face, then looked from the empty bottles, strewn roaches, and (somewhat stained) blanket back to the yearling. Well?

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wotd: pococurante


Mounting frustration was visible through her hardened expression, triggered by the unpleasant delay in response to her relentless insistence. Lilin stood rooted in her spot, her maw slightly agape with wonder; truthfully, she had expected a certain level of shame from her landlord, or even guilt at the very least! Had it not been for the slight shove of her foot, she might not even have gotten a rise out of him at all. His surprised yip and gratuitous flailing was enough to coax a satisfied smirk from her and only then did she allow herself to loosen up. But her general demeanour did not change. Au contraire, the two-toned juvenile only reinforced it by folding her arms tightly below her bust.

She could have been more pococurante about it, seeing as she was merely a guest in his house but acting as such would’ve meant going against her beliefs; something she’d never done before. The leftovers of a night well spent were evident, hence why Lilin hadn’t really come up with an explanation to justify her dismay. It was clear in her mind that Barry would simply know why. His inquiry refuted such an assumption, compelling the yearling to throw both of her hands into the air in a discouraged fashion. “Uh, seriously?” she stated obtusely, stumped by the situation she’d gotten herself into. ”I hope you had fun because you kept me up all night.” Mediterranean blue irises instinctively left the landowner’s figure then, taking in the evidence.


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