[Irahl could not be more grateful for the invention of alcohol right now. while he generally prefers to find his own coping methods and escapisms, he can't help but marvel at how perfectly harmless everything in his head is right now. now that his focus isn't completely taken over by Robin's mouth, the worries and doubts are beginning to appear out of the black... but they're so far away, they barely make a dent. his thoughts are just curiosities that he's observing from a safe distance as they drift across his attention.
how can he be expected to care about things so far away?
Robin crawling over and trying to nudge him out of this warm, heavy place he's settling into is just another one of those things that he can't be bothered to spare any energy for.
Irahl just grunts a little, and he starts to mumble something that turns into another exaggerated breath. he's too busy feeling the way excited nerves still tingle across his hands and stomach; his heartbeat is still quicker than he's used to. he feels wonderful all over, and he doesn't want to know what Robin has to say.]
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how can he be expected to care about things so far away?
Robin crawling over and trying to nudge him out of this warm, heavy place he's settling into is just another one of those things that he can't be bothered to spare any energy for.
Irahl just grunts a little, and he starts to mumble something that turns into another exaggerated breath. he's too busy feeling the way excited nerves still tingle across his hands and stomach; his heartbeat is still quicker than he's used to. he feels wonderful all over, and he doesn't want to know what Robin has to say.]