I'M A WANTED MAN | BLOOD

[rhosmari]

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[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;"]Perhaps he was hitting the bottles too hard lately. But getting his conjuration abilities to work and work properly was on his mind now. And every bottle that he managed to bring to himself he drank. And he drank, and he drank till he was almost sick to his stomach. Now his world really held no rhyme or reason to it and he was walking with a strange sideways motion though he felt exceedingly happy for some reason. Maybe it was because he couldn't think about his past, he couldn't think about his nightmares that kept him up for the past few days. That was his life though and he didn't want to change it right now. If being drunk gave him enough peace of mind then he would surely take it. Hell, maybe he could even get some sleep and sure he might regret the next day and be vomiting up his guts it would still be totally worth it. Just for a little while but he knew better than to get alcohol poisoning so he had taken a break from working on his conjuration and instead was as mentioned before walking sideways. His dual colored eyes narrowed a little as he tired to make the world stop going sideways as well but he didn't have much of a choice as he moved almost lazily. That was when he picked up on the scent of blood and he wrinkled up his muzzle for a moment, debating on if he should turn around.

But it was highly unlikely when he smelled Vagabond's scent mixed in with it and the scent of some place that he didn't yet know of. Slinking over the male would arrive upon the scene and he couldn't help but let out a cackling laugh, jaws slightly parted as his bright orange tongue hung out his mouth. One ear twitched as he slipped by the guy that that talked about boo boos because he was generally right. That was nothing but a scratch on Vagabond and the african wild dog was only interested in figuring out what the hell happened currently. He lifted his head up a bit and tried to sniff at the wound before he back stepped and crinkled up his nose. "So did ya get anything for it? Or was it...like...was it just you doin' you again?" He'd know what that meant and he flopped down, legs sprawled out as he pressed his head against the ground. Actually right now he felt like he was about to vomit most certainly but he merely swallowed and closed his eyes.