ADDICTIVE TENDENCIES // JOINING

[EDEN.]

[align=center][div style="max-width:500px;font-size:9.2pt; text-align:justify"]He might not have minded being left to murderers and the like. Eden had been in...similar crowds when he left his mothers, thinking he knew everything he needed and that nothing could faze him. Hadn't gone that well for him, but he'd found out that being drunk was a great way to figure out people's intentions- if he could remember them after. Some people would ignore him, others would offer help. A couple times he'd almost been adopted after bumping into the wrong old lady. She could probably smell the need for parental affection on him, which was in all likelihood just the booze. Others were less warm and were either disgusted or willing to attempt to take advantage of someone drunk off his ass. Maybe the same could be said for sleeping. Assholes woke him up. Whether or not they were actually assholes didn't matter- he lost Zs to the prodding, so yes, he was cranky. "I'm trying to die, thanks," he mumbled, disgruntled, and he smacked at the other paw approaching his side.

"Onision. They sneeze when they were naming you?" He peered at the feline, slowly unfolding and momentarily sitting up straight before falling into his slight slouch. "Thought Margy's manners would've rubbed off on someone." He hadn't called her mom in a...while. When Edee found out they'd both passed -together, of course- their names were easier to use. He didn't care to analyze why. "Edee. I'm gonna do the older brotherly thing and not talk about this. Got any alcohol?"