11-12-2018, 11:51 PM
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But he guessed he couldn't question it. After all this was his partner from that gang he had joined impulsively and frankly after everything that had happened it was the best choice of his life. It was freeing. He swallowed then and gave a cheeky look toward the bottle that had smashed into many shards of glass before he shrugged his shoulders a little bit. "Guess the drink is off the table." It had been a good drink too and he hadn't even gotten to drink that much of it but that didn't matter now and his face suddenly became serious, duel colored eyes just staring at the remains of the bottle and the liquid that was slowly seeping into the earth. There was no telling what he was thinking really and as still as he had become it would be unnerving to some before he turned his head suddenly. He's just remembered what he'd asked of him. "Well, I flew here, seeeee!" He lifted up a wing, the other three still against the ground as he gave a grin as if this was the best discovery ever made. "Pretty fucking cool right?" Of course he probably knew what he meant but like he said before some spiritual suck hole. Enough said.
So he decided to change the subject and instead focus on the other. "What have you been doing all this time, Vagabond?" He spoke as carefully as he could, sliding a paw against the ground and the whole time he was forcing himself to hold back what he wanted to say. 'I watched you die. I watched you die.' And he watched him die over and over again in his dreams. It was a wonder he didn't have bags underneath his eyes and was hallucinating or some shit like that. But along with being the muscle at times he was a hearty guy. Tough like nails but still he had his weaknesses just like everyone else and he sighed bitterly before he shrugged his shoulders a little and looked away to the waterfall that was nearby. What he wouldn't give to be drunk right now but that opportunity had slipped right through his paws. Wonderful.
[glow=#000,1,400]NOT CAUSE I'M BUSY, I JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]His own reaction was almost instantaneous to the others. Really, what else was he supposed to do or act anyway when he saw him. His tail lost it's grip on the bottle and it fell from his grasp to shatter with a sharp noise against the ground. The sudden noise after the silence made him jolt and his jaw that had previously been open snapped shut. He didn't know what to think at this moment. He'd seen him. Before his own dying breath he had seen him get his head blasted off and he remembered it vividly. How could he not when he couldn't sleep for the nightmares that plagued him ever single time he closed his eyes. Blood like a tsunami leaking from that building and then the rooftop. A singular beam of red lightly against the skull of a mask before the bullet went in and out. A splash of blood and then...nothing. It was always so vivid as if he could feel the bullets that riddled his body go in one at a time and he often screamed himself awake. Still he hadn't said anything and he was starting to look like a fool and so he stammered out the first thing that came to mind. "You're alive...." For some reason his voice had become hoarse and he swallowed before straightening up and forcing a lazy ass smile upon his face. "I mean, tch, of course you are alive. Well, I don't know how exactly you got here but I'm just gonna assume we both came out of the same suck hole or something." Weird, and to somehow end up in the same pace was even weirder.But he guessed he couldn't question it. After all this was his partner from that gang he had joined impulsively and frankly after everything that had happened it was the best choice of his life. It was freeing. He swallowed then and gave a cheeky look toward the bottle that had smashed into many shards of glass before he shrugged his shoulders a little bit. "Guess the drink is off the table." It had been a good drink too and he hadn't even gotten to drink that much of it but that didn't matter now and his face suddenly became serious, duel colored eyes just staring at the remains of the bottle and the liquid that was slowly seeping into the earth. There was no telling what he was thinking really and as still as he had become it would be unnerving to some before he turned his head suddenly. He's just remembered what he'd asked of him. "Well, I flew here, seeeee!" He lifted up a wing, the other three still against the ground as he gave a grin as if this was the best discovery ever made. "Pretty fucking cool right?" Of course he probably knew what he meant but like he said before some spiritual suck hole. Enough said.
So he decided to change the subject and instead focus on the other. "What have you been doing all this time, Vagabond?" He spoke as carefully as he could, sliding a paw against the ground and the whole time he was forcing himself to hold back what he wanted to say. 'I watched you die. I watched you die.' And he watched him die over and over again in his dreams. It was a wonder he didn't have bags underneath his eyes and was hallucinating or some shit like that. But along with being the muscle at times he was a hearty guy. Tough like nails but still he had his weaknesses just like everyone else and he sighed bitterly before he shrugged his shoulders a little and looked away to the waterfall that was nearby. What he wouldn't give to be drunk right now but that opportunity had slipped right through his paws. Wonderful.