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WHEN THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO BURN–– you have to set yourself on fire. ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER. [ sixteen, slytherin, sick of your shit ]

[an-oxysunrise-blog]

do it now, remember it later || flashback

[ofremembralls-blog]

Albus holds the cup out of the smaller’s reach, taking another gulp before handing it back. 

"…I meant— how to stay on the roof. You’re quite drunk, Babbity. You might fall to a horrible death."

[an-oxysunrise-blog]

Smiling happily the moment the cups back in his grasp, he bounces back onto the flats of his feet before taking a sip. Godric, this shit was gross.

You wouldn’t rescue me? That’s kind of hurtful, y’know.

[ofremembralls-blog]

"Im a little too wasted to hold anything heavier than a solo cup right now, kid." As if to punctuate his words, he stumbles back against the wall, chuckling in surprise. "...If I fall on my face, just leave me there."

[ofremembralls-blog]

"Christ. Seriously, don’t you ever get tired of yourself? You sound like a fucking mum."

[flint-terrence-blog-blog]

Why would I be tired of myself? And curious. I don’t sound like a mum to me…guess you’re more drunk than hungover.

[ofremembralls-blog]

"No, you're just.. very fuckin' naggy. Don't y'have a girlfriend to go nag or somethin'?"

[an-oxysunrise-blog]

do it now, remember it later || flashback

[ofremembralls-blog]

He leans over to snatch at the other’s cup and raise it to his lips, having already emptied his own. Stupid fucking cups never held enough, did they?

"I do believe we were trying t’think of a way to get up to the roof without falling and dying."

[an-oxysunrise-blog]

He pulls a pout as he tries to reach for his cup back, toes stretching in an attempt to raise him higher. What’s it take to go through a growth spurt around here?

Because the stairs have lost their efficiency, right.

[ofremembralls-blog]

Albus holds the cup out of the smaller's reach, taking another gulp before handing it back. "...I meant-- how to stay on the roof. You're quite drunk, Babbity. You might fall to a horrible death."

[ofremembralls-blog]

He groans, clutching at his head. “Godric. Why are you such a bitch?”

[flint-terrence-blog-blog]

Says the one whining like a petulant child now, no?Drink too much last night? Bet you regret that decision, hmm?

[ofremembralls-blog]

"Christ. Seriously, don't you ever get tired of yourself? You sound like a fucking mum."

[an-oxysunrise-blog]

do it now, remember it later || flashback

Ira couldn’t remember the last time he’d tipped back enough cups to make the world fuzz over, if he’d ever had before. It was common knowledge for most that the Ravenclaw couldn’t hold his liquor well, and to handle a drunken Ira was more dangerous than handling a landmine with your bare hands. One wrong move, and it’ll explode.

Running his finger along the rim of his cup, he glances up at his new companion with a smile. Godric, he still couldn’t get over the fact that they came dressed as Scorpius. Creativity and cruelty at it’s finest. Should Ira care? He should, shouldn’t he?

Hell if he knew.

So.. What were we talking about?

[ofremembralls-blog]

He leans over to snatch at the other's cup and raise it to his lips, having already emptied his own. Stupid fucking cups never held enough, did they?

"I do believe we were trying t'think of a way to get up to the roof without falling and dying."

[ofremembralls-blog]

I said, go the fuck away. Doesn’t being blind heighten your other senses? Christ..

[flint-terrence-blog-blog]

No need to be a prick. I got what you wanted me to do and I’m not going to do it. I don’t take orders from petulant children.

[ofremembralls-blog]

He groans, clutching at his head. "Godric. Why are you such a bitch?"

[ofremembralls-blog]

I’m not hungover, I just really think you should go away and die and never open your mouth again to make that disgusting sound you think passes for speech. Thanks.

[flint-terrence-blog-blog]

Excuse me?

[ofremembralls-blog]

I said, go the fuck away. Doesn't being blind heighten your other senses? Christ..

[ofremembralls-blog]

I'm not hungover, I just really think you should go away and die and never open your mouth again to make that disgusting sound you think passes for speech. Thanks.

[ofremembralls-blog]

..Yep.

[ofremembralls-blog]

I’m talking about the sort of mistakes that only happen while drunk.

[an-oxysunrise-blog]

That’s rather vague, isn’t it?

[ofremembralls-blog]

Hooking up, Bab. Shit like that. Kisses and stuff.

[ofremembralls-blog]

..Yep.

[ofremembralls-blog]

Drunk enough to make mistakes is what counts as too drunk, Bab. Nothing mysterious about it.

[an-oxysunrise-blog]

Mistakes can be made drunk or sober, anyway. Can’t really blame what’s in a cup for your actions, right?

[ofremembralls-blog]

I'm talking about the sort of mistakes that only happen while drunk.

[ofremembralls-blog]

"And yet, I don’t feel very woo-ed." Had he been slightly less drunk, he may have stopped to think about the effect Alihan actually had on him- but instead he just smiled.

"You might wanna step up your game, Princess. I hear there’s a blonde out there who might be interested.."

[alihanbayar-blog]

"Are you going to let me woo you? Let me walk you to all your classes, eat lunch with you, get.. get a bit defensive on your behalf? You’ve gotta let me for it to happen, you know." He grinned at Albus, carefully sliding the mask off his own face. 

"Is this… have you just decided to call me Princess all the time?" Surprisingly not offended, Alihan moved on, letting the idea of Albus urging him to try harder to win him over sink in. Interesting.

[ofremembralls-blog]

He fiddles with his own mask, attempting to look thoughtful and pretending to mull it over- pretending that he hadn't already decided halfway through the conversation. "....I guess I'll allow it. Unless you get boring. 'Cos then you can just piss off."

He quirked a half smile, easily shrugging. "Maybe. Maybe I just like it better than your name."

[ofremembralls-blog]

..Yep.

[ofremembralls-blog]

You should probably try to sober up, cause I’m a little too drunk… n’ bad things happen when drunk mixes.

[an-oxysunrise-blog]

I thought not being able to remember where your face is was what counted as being too drunk— You look like you’re doing a fine job of finding your lips to make words, yeah?

That sounds mysterious.

[ofremembralls-blog]

Drunk enough to make mistakes is what counts as too drunk, Bab. Nothing mysterious about it.

[ofremembralls-blog]

…. He slowly lifts his mask and tilts his head, brow raised. "Oh, really?"

[alihanbayar-blog]

Alihan’s stomach dropped, and the slightly aggressive tone his posture had taken disappeared. Fuck. Well, he had to follow through now.

"Thought I made that clear with the roses."

[ofremembralls-blog]

"And yet, I don't feel very woo-ed." Had he been slightly less drunk, he may have stopped to think about the effect Alihan actually had on him- but instead he just smiled.

"You might wanna step up your game, Princess. I hear there's a blonde out there who might be interested.."

[ofremembralls-blog]

..Yep.

[ofremembralls-blog]

Trust me, Babbity, I’m the furthest thing from a softie there is.

… Please don’t.

[an-oxysunrise-blog]

That’s just what a softie would say. He giggles, a hand raising to cover his mouth.

Take it as a blessing that I’m probably a little too drunk to remember why, anyway.

[ofremembralls-blog]

You should probably try to sober up, cause I'm a little too drunk... n' bad things happen when drunk mixes.

[ofremembralls-blog]

What makes you so sure of that?

[alihanbayar-blog]

Nothing makes me sure about it, but I can’t imagine you landing anyone worth the effort. The attitude’s a bit much, unless that’s part of the costume, too? 

I’d beat you to the point, anyway.

[ofremembralls-blog]

.... He slowly lifts his mask and tilts his head, brow raised. "Oh, really?"

[ofremembralls-blog]

Alright, alright…so you wouldn’t mind.. say, if I asked him out, then.

[alihanbayar-blog]

Alihan’s shoulders tensed up a little bit, watching the other boy with narrowed eyes. It’s not my place to mind. Can’t imagine you’d succeed though.

[ofremembralls-blog]

What makes you so sure of that?

[ofremembralls-blog]

..Yep.

[ofremembralls-blog]

I think we both already know that I’m the prick between us. You seem more of a softie.

Why not?

[an-oxysunrise-blog]

How funny would it be if it turned out I was the prick, and you were the softie?

Do you really want me to start preaching to you?

[ofremembralls-blog]

Trust me, Babbity, I'm the furthest thing from a softie there is.

... Please don't.