ADDICTIVE TENDENCIES // JOINING

[EDEN.]

[align=center][div style="max-width:500px;font-size:9.2pt; text-align:justify"]"Nope." Wait that wasn't- she was speaking to Oni, by the glare Red Riding Hood sent the kid. He'd call her Little, but she wasn't exactly small, and those bracers seemed like they'd be pretty handy for beating a not-drunk-enough bastard into a coma. Well, regardless of who she addressed, it was still true- he had no class whatsoever. Edee wasn't suave like Margy, couldn't convince someone to do the exact opposite of what they wanted to do. If anything, Edee just reinforced what they wanted to do, namely kicking the shit out of him. She didn't seem like she'd do that, even with the bracers. She was polite. What a...weirdo. Not that he was complaining. "Not your fault," the feline answered easily, and he watched as she abruptly cut herself off, probably puzzled by the behavior of jackasses. Maybe the red hood was fitting.

Yeah, she chewed on that for a little bit, and she finally asked, essentially, what the fuck he was doing with his life when he prioritized alcohol. He stared evenly at the snow leopard for a few seconds, dark eyes steady. "Wait. Do you actually want me to answer?" Edee had kind of taken it as a rhetorical, "what the fuck," not one that was more literal. "Drink helps me settle in. I'll probably pass out somewhere and call it good. Don't worry- I've been in worse situations." Like that time he'd woke up and found he'd fallen asleep inside an elephant skull. Plastered him thought that was a great idea, less-drunk him less so because that was a deadass skeleton.