the alcoholics and their self-love / open, drinking

[Nayru]

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Malphas was indeed a Sawbone’s worst nightmare.

Nayru had been forced to keep a particularly watchful eye out for the young male, ensuring that he didn’t develop some terminal illness from his dieting habits or lose his leg or something like that. To see him drinking who know’s how old beer? Well, the cream tabby might as well have a heart attack now. Certainly that was his goal, to kill her by being as reckless with his life as possible. Why else would he behave the way he did? Why else would he actually prompt her to leave her home to ensure that he didn’t die?

Signing to herself, the tiny Sawbone (accompanied of course by Chad), eyed the old bottle and Malphas questioningly. [b][color=#6b7e99]”Oh my god,” She whispered to herself, [color=#6b7e99]”You’re actually going to make me keel over and die. Please... please take care of yourself.”