ADDICTIVE TENDENCIES // JOINING

[EDEN.]

[align=center][div style="max-width:500px;font-size:9.2pt; text-align:justify"]While Onision looked...constipated -he was probably thinking about something but Edee could neither confirm nor deny brain activity- some other guy showed up looking like he was the one hungover. Stealing the limelight, was he? There was only room for one too-sober drunk in any given area, mostly because more meant more drinking. Like an echo chamber. Of booze. That didn't sound half bad, actually, except there were enough red lines in the lion's eyes to fit the wall of a conspiracist. "Both sets. Even have my own. Genetics, or something." What else could it be? It wasn't a lifestyle choice, though Edee was lucky to live without constant self-loathing of his digestive requirements, and he wasn't a raging dick. What a picture. Honestly, Onision and dick in the same sentence? Not exactly something he wanted in his brain.

"I'd crawl back into the womb if it weren't, y'know, dead. Not a hell, either. Pretty nice place." Could he remember? No, but he didn't need to. "Though maybe not for you. Probably hit your head on- something." Where the fuck were babies? An anatomy question for another day, when his honor wasn't being undeservedly defended. Sort of. It was mostly just the lion threatening Onision, but it was for Eden, kind of, so he was flattered.

He spaced out for a bit, and came back to the tail-end of the conversation. "Uhh....I was schmoozing for a bit from this little family until the sister got frisky and I might've almost drank from her and then big brother took me here." A miracle he wasn't dead, honestly, but that was thanks to the sister admitting her part in it. For once they believed it when the lady spoke.

He blinked a bit, glanced over at the first guy. Taking advantage of him? "That's...nice. But don't worry, I'm very resistible. Nobody wants to take advantage."