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026: "It's not that I don't know how, it's just not like it matters. So what my head made contact with the floor? Not likd that DOESN'T happen on the regular."

*he points to the almost-healed bruise around his eye, and swaps holding the shirt to his left hamd, doing jazz hands worh his right, which has two prosthetic fingers*

Hiiiiii more asks for you :D *throws you Melinoë, who somehow manages to land on her feet*

“What in the four hells-”

*026, layong flat on his face on the floor, groans softly in annoyance as a response. For some reason. He's in the kitchen. The window is just beside the two of them. It's clearly the middle of the day*

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026: "Bodyguard. And this has nothing to do with my fuckin' job. This one was all me, baby. Just 100% pure dumbass."

*he sounds incredibly sarcastic again*

Hiiiiii more asks for you :D *throws you Melinoë, who somehow manages to land on her feet*

“What in the four hells-”

*026, layong flat on his face on the floor, groans softly in annoyance as a response. For some reason. He's in the kitchen. The window is just beside the two of them. It's clearly the middle of the day*

[jor-contact-center-and-more]

*He presses it against the back of his head and glares at her, annoyed*

026: "Good enough, your fucking highness?"

Hiiiiii more asks for you :D *throws you Melinoë, who somehow manages to land on her feet*

“What in the four hells-”

*026, layong flat on his face on the floor, groans softly in annoyance as a response. For some reason. He's in the kitchen. The window is just beside the two of them. It's clearly the middle of the day*

[jor-contact-center-and-more]

*He looks at it skeptically, then snatches it from her hand*

Hiiiiii more asks for you :D *throws you Melinoë, who somehow manages to land on her feet*

“What in the four hells-”

*026, layong flat on his face on the floor, groans softly in annoyance as a response. For some reason. He's in the kitchen. The window is just beside the two of them. It's clearly the middle of the day*

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*he points behind him to an open doorway that leads to another room*

026: "There's one dresser in there. You can't miss it. Or you find one on the floor. I don't fuckin' care."

Hiiiiii more asks for you :D *throws you Melinoë, who somehow manages to land on her feet*

“What in the four hells-”

*026, layong flat on his face on the floor, groans softly in annoyance as a response. For some reason. He's in the kitchen. The window is just beside the two of them. It's clearly the middle of the day*

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*He points to the sink near the window*

026: "You can use one of my shirts if you really think I need it. I've been through worse than losing my balance due to a hangover."

Hiiiiii more asks for you :D *throws you Melinoë, who somehow manages to land on her feet*

“What in the four hells-”

*026, layong flat on his face on the floor, groans softly in annoyance as a response. For some reason. He's in the kitchen. The window is just beside the two of them. It's clearly the middle of the day*

[jor-contact-center-and-more]

*026 raises an eyebrow and turns his head. Because his dreads are pulled up into a ponytail, it's pretty easy to see the blood. It doesn't seem TOO dangerous*

Hiiiiii more asks for you :D *throws you Melinoë, who somehow manages to land on her feet*

“What in the four hells-”

*026, layong flat on his face on the floor, groans softly in annoyance as a response. For some reason. He's in the kitchen. The window is just beside the two of them. It's clearly the middle of the day*

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026: "...Kayan."

Hiiiiii more asks for you :D *throws you Melinoë, who somehow manages to land on her feet*

“What in the four hells-”

*026, layong flat on his face on the floor, groans softly in annoyance as a response. For some reason. He's in the kitchen. The window is just beside the two of them. It's clearly the middle of the day*

[jor-contact-center-and-more]

026: "Yay!"

Hiiiiii more asks for you :D *throws you Melinoë, who somehow manages to land on her feet*

“What in the four hells-”

*026, layong flat on his face on the floor, groans softly in annoyance as a response. For some reason. He's in the kitchen. The window is just beside the two of them. It's clearly the middle of the day*

[jor-contact-center-and-more]

Jakkon: "Sure... strange lady... just don't kill a PERSON."

*he slides some money of his own across the bar and asks for another drink, tapping one of his hooves in annoyance and agitation*

[ Answer this as whichever character you'd like :> ]

[A large imposing woman stood behind them. At 190 centimetres tall, with bright orange mid-back length hair that refused to stay flat, she could be spotted amongst any crowd. She confidently placed a hand on their shoulder, and with a cheerful grin, asks:]

Kyr: "Hey, do you happen to know where the nearest place I can get drunk is? I'd really like to have some fun, but everywhere I go is so boring."

[This is going to be absolutely terrible]

*Jak startles, and whirls around, annoyed, his long braid hitting her arm. His tired, angry eyes lock onto hers, he's a satyr, wearing a crinkled white button-up, with curled ram's horns, and large scars stretching over one of his cheeks and burns on his neck*

Jakkon: "Don't fucking touch me. But yes. I know a spot. Only problem is you're going to have to give me a reason. Why the fuck would I help you?"

*He shrugs her hand away, seemingly hating the physical contact*

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Jakkon: "I don't resent you. Although home, Wits are apparently a rare gift. Hardly useful to save someone you love. At least you have that going for you."

*he sounds sarcastic*

Jakkon: "Not like good speaking skills really gets you anywhere that matters."

[ Answer this as whichever character you'd like :> ]

[A large imposing woman stood behind them. At 190 centimetres tall, with bright orange mid-back length hair that refused to stay flat, she could be spotted amongst any crowd. She confidently placed a hand on their shoulder, and with a cheerful grin, asks:]

Kyr: "Hey, do you happen to know where the nearest place I can get drunk is? I'd really like to have some fun, but everywhere I go is so boring."

[This is going to be absolutely terrible]

*Jak startles, and whirls around, annoyed, his long braid hitting her arm. His tired, angry eyes lock onto hers, he's a satyr, wearing a crinkled white button-up, with curled ram's horns, and large scars stretching over one of his cheeks and burns on his neck*

Jakkon: "Don't fucking touch me. But yes. I know a spot. Only problem is you're going to have to give me a reason. Why the fuck would I help you?"

*He shrugs her hand away, seemingly hating the physical contact*

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Jakkon: "I have no magic. No ability. Nothing but my wits and these gods-be-damned hooves."

*He sighs, glancing at the glass in his hands, seemingly reserved about it, then shrugs*

Jakkon: "..."

Jakkon: "And I'm not an unholy monster. Unless that's what you like to call Politicians. Then I can't blame you."

*His face contorts in a strange emotion and then he downs the drink and glanced at her, waiting*

[ Answer this as whichever character you'd like :> ]

[A large imposing woman stood behind them. At 190 centimetres tall, with bright orange mid-back length hair that refused to stay flat, she could be spotted amongst any crowd. She confidently placed a hand on their shoulder, and with a cheerful grin, asks:]

Kyr: "Hey, do you happen to know where the nearest place I can get drunk is? I'd really like to have some fun, but everywhere I go is so boring."

[This is going to be absolutely terrible]

*Jak startles, and whirls around, annoyed, his long braid hitting her arm. His tired, angry eyes lock onto hers, he's a satyr, wearing a crinkled white button-up, with curled ram's horns, and large scars stretching over one of his cheeks and burns on his neck*

Jakkon: "Don't fucking touch me. But yes. I know a spot. Only problem is you're going to have to give me a reason. Why the fuck would I help you?"

*He shrugs her hand away, seemingly hating the physical contact*

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Jakkon: "I meant the Lightweight Diagnosis."

*he shrugs*

Jakkon: "But excuse you. This is what I look like. Either you're somehow ALREADY drunk or you've never seen a Satyr before."

[ Answer this as whichever character you'd like :> ]

[A large imposing woman stood behind them. At 190 centimetres tall, with bright orange mid-back length hair that refused to stay flat, she could be spotted amongst any crowd. She confidently placed a hand on their shoulder, and with a cheerful grin, asks:]

Kyr: "Hey, do you happen to know where the nearest place I can get drunk is? I'd really like to have some fun, but everywhere I go is so boring."

[This is going to be absolutely terrible]

*Jak startles, and whirls around, annoyed, his long braid hitting her arm. His tired, angry eyes lock onto hers, he's a satyr, wearing a crinkled white button-up, with curled ram's horns, and large scars stretching over one of his cheeks and burns on his neck*

Jakkon: "Don't fucking touch me. But yes. I know a spot. Only problem is you're going to have to give me a reason. Why the fuck would I help you?"

*He shrugs her hand away, seemingly hating the physical contact*

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Jakkon: "Thanks. So very courteous of you. And I'm nothing of the sort. I'm only here because you offered to buy me a drink."

*he raises an eyebrow, very mildly amused*

Jakkon: "He sounds intriguing. Though I suppose I'd like to ask if you think I'm like him in that regard?"

[ Answer this as whichever character you'd like :> ]

[A large imposing woman stood behind them. At 190 centimetres tall, with bright orange mid-back length hair that refused to stay flat, she could be spotted amongst any crowd. She confidently placed a hand on their shoulder, and with a cheerful grin, asks:]

Kyr: "Hey, do you happen to know where the nearest place I can get drunk is? I'd really like to have some fun, but everywhere I go is so boring."

[This is going to be absolutely terrible]

*Jak startles, and whirls around, annoyed, his long braid hitting her arm. His tired, angry eyes lock onto hers, he's a satyr, wearing a crinkled white button-up, with curled ram's horns, and large scars stretching over one of his cheeks and burns on his neck*

Jakkon: "Don't fucking touch me. But yes. I know a spot. Only problem is you're going to have to give me a reason. Why the fuck would I help you?"

*He shrugs her hand away, seemingly hating the physical contact*

[jor-contact-center-and-more]

*He seems VERY shaken by the joke, and feigns a tiny smile, but he watches her warily after. His voice is hard and scratchy, and he looks a bit... pathetic. Thin and wiry, hair uncombed, and a beard that doesn't look like it's been trimmed properly in a while*

Jakkon: "Sounds great. I just don't want your hands anywhere near mine. Forgive me if I struggle to trust strangers. You can call me Jakkon."

[ Answer this as whichever character you'd like :> ]

[A large imposing woman stood behind them. At 190 centimetres tall, with bright orange mid-back length hair that refused to stay flat, she could be spotted amongst any crowd. She confidently placed a hand on their shoulder, and with a cheerful grin, asks:]

Kyr: "Hey, do you happen to know where the nearest place I can get drunk is? I'd really like to have some fun, but everywhere I go is so boring."

[This is going to be absolutely terrible]

*Jak startles, and whirls around, annoyed, his long braid hitting her arm. His tired, angry eyes lock onto hers, he's a satyr, wearing a crinkled white button-up, with curled ram's horns, and large scars stretching over one of his cheeks and burns on his neck*

Jakkon: "Don't fucking touch me. But yes. I know a spot. Only problem is you're going to have to give me a reason. Why the fuck would I help you?"

*He shrugs her hand away, seemingly hating the physical contact*

[jor-contact-center-and-more]

[ Answer this as whichever character you'd like :> ]

[A large imposing woman stood behind them. At 190 centimetres tall, with bright orange mid-back length hair that refused to stay flat, she could be spotted amongst any crowd. She confidently placed a hand on their shoulder, and with a cheerful grin, asks:]

Kyr: "Hey, do you happen to know where the nearest place I can get drunk is? I'd really like to have some fun, but everywhere I go is so boring."

[This is going to be absolutely terrible]

*Jak startles, and whirls around, annoyed, his long braid hitting her arm. His tired, angry eyes lock onto hers, he's a satyr, wearing a crinkled white button-up, with curled ram's horns, and large scars stretching over one of his cheeks and burns on his neck*

Jakkon: "Don't fucking touch me. But yes. I know a spot. Only problem is you're going to have to give me a reason. Why the fuck would I help you?"

*He shrugs her hand away, seemingly hating the physical contact*

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026: "Nobody'd fuckin shoot me, I'm saying I kind of wish they would."

*His voice drips with sarcasm as he moves away from her and flips her off. However, the blood is on his finger, and he seems to be doing it also as a sarcastic gesture*

Hiiiiii more asks for you :D *throws you Melinoë, who somehow manages to land on her feet*

“What in the four hells-”

*026, layong flat on his face on the floor, groans softly in annoyance as a response. For some reason. He's in the kitchen. The window is just beside the two of them. It's clearly the middle of the day*