refiningspacetime: (drunk off his ass)
refiningspacetime ([personal profile] refiningspacetime) wrote in [community profile] fleetlogs 2014-12-02 03:01 am (UTC)

There's someone tapping on his shoulder.

His eyes have shut sometime in the last few minutes, and his purring slows as he opens them. Marduk is standing in front of him, holding out a bottle of water.

She's standing awfully close in front of him.

"Oh," he says, blinking rapidly. That's because Riccin has removed their arm and is steering them towards Marduk, one tapered hand pushing firmly in the center of his back. He's still burning off the pill, because for all that the sparking has died back down to mere glitter, Pheres finds walking straight is a conundrum.

Latching onto Marduk's arm is a matter of self-preservation. He doesn't want to fall: he'd land horns first, and that'd be terrible. "Sorry," he chirps, laughing a little, leaning on her. This is ridiculous. He is never going to drink again. "Haah. I take it we're walking now..?"

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