NO WRONG ANSWERS ☆ drunk & gay

[wormwood.]

i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck

with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest

One of the numerous faces in the crowd growing behind him stuck out to him, and that face was Moth. His sister seemed worried about him, if the confusion and anxiety in her voice was anything to go by, and he, even in his current drunken state, immediately felt the need to comfort her. Turning towards the smaller female, he rumbled after a moment, his eyes lighting up at the mention of Crowley as his tail twitched from side to side, "Ah... I'm calling out for Crowley because I need to talk to him! I have something really important to tell him. But don't worry, it's nothing bad... and that smell? I don't know. It might be whiskey, though. Tends to be pungent." He shrugged his shoulders a bit, his wings bobbing a little with the movement. He thought little of his current drunken state, since it wasn't as if he was blackout drunk or anything. He was stumbling a bit, but he wasn't passing out, and he was fairly sure he'd be able to remember this later. Although whether that was a good or a bad thing would remain to be seen. The Captain opened his mouth again to provide Moth with further reassurances, wanting to wipe the concerned look from her face, but he was soon distracted by the sound of soft pawsteps, and the smell of Crowley growing near. His head whipped around to face the serval so fast he might've gotten whiplash, a happy chuff leaving him at the appearance of the other, dirt covered as it may have been.

Unable to keep the grin from his face as Crowley moved forward, Aurum kept his single blue eye focused on the other as the demon circled him, clearly checking for any signs of injury or making sure he didn't fall over. Aurum let this go on for several seconds, seeming to process Crowley's question for a long moment before he responded, smiling lazily, "Drinking... oh! I was drinking whiskey, to celebrate me getting the tavern done. I figured it wouldn't hurt to unwind a little... but that's not the point!" He nearly leaped to his paws as he exclaimed the last point, taking a couple more steps to clear the distance between him and Crowley. The lion practically towered over the sitting serval, and he found himself settling on the ground in front of the other so that they were about equal height. As he did so, he rumbled warmly, his tone practically dripping with sweetness and warmth even if it was slightly slurred, "I came here... I came here to tell you, that I've been thinking a lot about you lately!" As if to punctuate his point, the angel pressed his head forward slightly, his large skull resting against Crowley's fluffy chest. He briefly closed his eyes, seeming remarkably tired, before he continued speaking, evidently remembering what he was here to do, "And... and... right. Right! I've been thinking a lot about you lately, and I wanted to tell you... that I really, really like you. Like, I think I might even have feelings for you. Loving ones! And I needed to tell you, because... because... it's, you know, important." He struggled slightly to get his message across, his mind sluggish thanks to the fuzziness from the whiskey. He said all of this while staying pressed up against Crowley's chest, putting no real pressure on the other male. Even in his drunken state, Aurum was still exceedingly worried about hurting Crowley in some way.

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