11-24-2018, 11:37 PM
[align=center]
"What's up Vaga? Ya need something?" He asked nonchalantly as if his demeanor was on the brink of changing at any moment. He was forcing it that much was true when he was stewing and brooding on the inside but his facial expression gave nothing away as he went to flop down on a small cushion he had found somewhere. Frankly he didn't even know where he had gotten it from and as he stared at it he tilted his head and his neck muscles twitched slightly, eyes slowly narrowing a bit. Though slowly he seemed to come back and he looked at the larger canine, grabbing a bottle of beer before he offered it to him. "Want a drink? I can get ya a straw if ya want it." A simple shrug of his shoulder blades before he relaxed and placed the bottle down before using his tail to grab a bottle of vodka, swirling it in the container. Most of it was already gone and he wondered if his stomach wasn't full of ulcers by now.
[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;"]"Where else would I be?" Dumb question and he knew that the moment he had opened his mouth really. But it was muttered underneath his breath yet still he felt the need to cringe from it. Frankly he could be anywhere but here and the fact that he was still hanging around this place seemed to almost prove something. Didn't it? He was at least trying to be nice to these Roseblood fellas but they were starting to irk his nerves a bit and he hadn't wanted any medical attention. Really, he could have taken care of himself and the fact that he had a flare up of emotions was proving to everyone that something was deeply wrong with him. But Rimmy was good with hiding his emotions, he didn't need a mask to keep himself from showing how he felt. One moment he could be an open book and the next he could be cold and unfeeling, face an expressionless canvas that would never be painted. Huffing with a light breath and shoving a few bottles away from him the african wild dog moved his way to the door and shoved it open. The flimsy wood was already ready to go apparently as it snapped off a little when it hit the wall but he ignored it in favor of looking up at Vagabond, wings drooping against the ground. He always hated when they touched his sides and lightly he curled his unnatural tail and beckoned for him to come on inside."What's up Vaga? Ya need something?" He asked nonchalantly as if his demeanor was on the brink of changing at any moment. He was forcing it that much was true when he was stewing and brooding on the inside but his facial expression gave nothing away as he went to flop down on a small cushion he had found somewhere. Frankly he didn't even know where he had gotten it from and as he stared at it he tilted his head and his neck muscles twitched slightly, eyes slowly narrowing a bit. Though slowly he seemed to come back and he looked at the larger canine, grabbing a bottle of beer before he offered it to him. "Want a drink? I can get ya a straw if ya want it." A simple shrug of his shoulder blades before he relaxed and placed the bottle down before using his tail to grab a bottle of vodka, swirling it in the container. Most of it was already gone and he wondered if his stomach wasn't full of ulcers by now.