[he brushes his fingers along his face again. by the side of his mouth. he still feels bad, but it's getting lost--and finally registering what Irahl says makes him giggle, sluggishly.
he can feel himself getting drunker, laying down. maybe his blood's finally given up.]
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he can feel himself getting drunker, laying down. maybe his blood's finally given up.]
You're pretty weird too...