10-12-2018, 10:11 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Great, another alcoholic to worry about. No, that — that's a little inconsiderate of him, maybe. There's something about the smell of alcohol that still makes Val want to knock it out of everyone's hands, though he'd had a few adventures with it himself. He prefers cigarettes even though they'll rot his lungs one day. When he smokes, problems float away with the clouds. When other people drink, it just seems to start more issues, but maybe that's just for them. Butch is drinking away his history and Eugene... maybe he has a good reason. Val doesn't know anything about him, just enough that when the stranger sways and slumps to the ground, he lifts his head to offer something between a disapproving frown and a scowl. Then more people join and his expression turns even more towards a scowl. (Because surprise of all surprises, he doesn't like anyone here.) He tries to go back to the book underneath his paw, some dusty novel he'd found half-buried in a corner. He doesn't wanna hear their flirting, but he doesn't want to move. Looks like he loses either way — something about the way everyone talks pisses him off and there's no way to avoid that sort of thing.
"If you wanted someone that cared about your opinions and feelings, you picked the wrong guy," the canine finally comments blandly, golden-brown eyes firmly on Benny. Butch? Caring about what the world thought his place in the world should be? Nobody could make him. The fact that people here thought they could was hilarious. They would be hilarious if it weren't for the darker aspects of this place that have him worrying after the collar around his throat. The sooner they left, the better, but that as an option didn't seem completely viable. One day they would figure it out. For now, Val focuses mostly on the game. He closes his book with that same tired irritation on his features, though he refuses to stand and join what they're doing fully. "If there's going to be any 'sharing', maybe you three should find another place to be."
"If you wanted someone that cared about your opinions and feelings, you picked the wrong guy," the canine finally comments blandly, golden-brown eyes firmly on Benny. Butch? Caring about what the world thought his place in the world should be? Nobody could make him. The fact that people here thought they could was hilarious. They would be hilarious if it weren't for the darker aspects of this place that have him worrying after the collar around his throat. The sooner they left, the better, but that as an option didn't seem completely viable. One day they would figure it out. For now, Val focuses mostly on the game. He closes his book with that same tired irritation on his features, though he refuses to stand and join what they're doing fully. "If there's going to be any 'sharing', maybe you three should find another place to be."
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