01-11-2020, 02:28 PM
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▼ I'M NUCLEAR, I'M WILD ▼
(just pretend hes drunk in that first post adgdghss)
He sways where he stands, the world spinning around him in his drunk haze. He wasn't as inebriated as he was earlier, a crying mess slumped over the bar, a heap of black fur that had to be forced out of the tavern because he was 'being a disturbance.' Fuck them, they were the disturbance, not him. That's right.
After face-planting in the sand, he wandered about the beach for a while, probably scaring a few passerby with his grumbling, words that began depressed and ended angry. The scene from earlier replayed in his head over and over, a mantra that added fuel to his fire. He wasn't sure what irked him more: the fact that he had looked like an idiot or that the one thing he truly wanted in this world was taken from him. Actually, he had a feeling he knew, he just didn't want to admit it. Already he was trying to choke his feelings back, just as he had done in the past.
These damn emotions never got him anywhere good. All they had earned him was doubt, a fear of committing to something he could lose. He was Greed: he never let anyone take anything from him. Maybe that was why he chose to approach Roxanne when he saw her reflecting, a defiance to the fact that she had a child and a partner. He wanted her. Whatever he wanted, he got, he made sure of it.
Still, he would play a bit of catch the mouse with her, a distant frown on his face at the words that left her mouth, a contrast to the blooming warmth in his chest. "Yeah? And what does the dumbass mean to you?" he asks, serious despite the slight slur to his voice.
The part of him that's still capable of rational thought wants to get away, to leave before he can make things worse. He had been rude earlier, he realized only after he had entered the tavern and took a seat, he had probably hurt her. It wouldn't be the first, and if he stayed around her, it wouldn't be the last. He didn't want that.
But Greed continues to stand there, light-headed with ears buzzing, like bees had gotten trapped inside his skull. "Because you mean a lot to the dumbass, and..he doesn't like seeing you with some other dude, and that dude's kid. That's also your kid. But it should be my kid." everything else forgotten about, it all spills forward, punctuated by hiccups.
He falls down onto his belly, covering his face with his paws and messing up his shades in the process, but he doesn't care. "I missed you, Roxie! If I had known some asshole would come along and sweep you off your feet and give you a kid, I would have never left! Please, du-dump him and get with me, please?" he begs through sobs, crocodile tears sliding down his face. What a mess. "I'll take care of the cub, I swear! I'll be the best dad ever..."
He really wished he could have been all flirty and smooth, like the other times he got drunk. But no, life decided to spit in his face, just like usual.
He sways where he stands, the world spinning around him in his drunk haze. He wasn't as inebriated as he was earlier, a crying mess slumped over the bar, a heap of black fur that had to be forced out of the tavern because he was 'being a disturbance.' Fuck them, they were the disturbance, not him. That's right.
After face-planting in the sand, he wandered about the beach for a while, probably scaring a few passerby with his grumbling, words that began depressed and ended angry. The scene from earlier replayed in his head over and over, a mantra that added fuel to his fire. He wasn't sure what irked him more: the fact that he had looked like an idiot or that the one thing he truly wanted in this world was taken from him. Actually, he had a feeling he knew, he just didn't want to admit it. Already he was trying to choke his feelings back, just as he had done in the past.
These damn emotions never got him anywhere good. All they had earned him was doubt, a fear of committing to something he could lose. He was Greed: he never let anyone take anything from him. Maybe that was why he chose to approach Roxanne when he saw her reflecting, a defiance to the fact that she had a child and a partner. He wanted her. Whatever he wanted, he got, he made sure of it.
Still, he would play a bit of catch the mouse with her, a distant frown on his face at the words that left her mouth, a contrast to the blooming warmth in his chest. "Yeah? And what does the dumbass mean to you?" he asks, serious despite the slight slur to his voice.
The part of him that's still capable of rational thought wants to get away, to leave before he can make things worse. He had been rude earlier, he realized only after he had entered the tavern and took a seat, he had probably hurt her. It wouldn't be the first, and if he stayed around her, it wouldn't be the last. He didn't want that.
But Greed continues to stand there, light-headed with ears buzzing, like bees had gotten trapped inside his skull. "Because you mean a lot to the dumbass, and..he doesn't like seeing you with some other dude, and that dude's kid. That's also your kid. But it should be my kid." everything else forgotten about, it all spills forward, punctuated by hiccups.
He falls down onto his belly, covering his face with his paws and messing up his shades in the process, but he doesn't care. "I missed you, Roxie! If I had known some asshole would come along and sweep you off your feet and give you a kid, I would have never left! Please, du-dump him and get with me, please?" he begs through sobs, crocodile tears sliding down his face. What a mess. "I'll take care of the cub, I swear! I'll be the best dad ever..."
He really wished he could have been all flirty and smooth, like the other times he got drunk. But no, life decided to spit in his face, just like usual.