into the pit | open, drunken scrap

[CORRUPTTIMELINES]

Cory, blissfully unaware, could not smell anything besides the wine on his own breath. He had no idea he was outside of his home, and worse, he had no idea who was blocking his path. The haphazard bark caught his attention, however, and a scowl formed upon the tortoiseshell’s face as he looked at the deaf creature. However, since he was so drunk, he didn’t process the former being deaf.

“Who th’-” Cory hiccuped, stumbling around a bit as he lifted his paw and pointed it in their face. “The hell are youuu? Move outta my-” he hiccuped again, moving past the stranger and continuing to walk with an annoyed expression upon his face. Leaving his sentence unfinished, he ignored the siren and continued to try and waltz further into the Typhoon’s territory, humming his drunken song.

code by spacexual