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iâm feelin better lately so activityâs gonna pick up here !! maybe slowly but yeah !!
hey !! i havenât been here lately because my mental health has been kind of bad and itâs difficult for me to write this boy when iâm feeling so Not Good. i hope you all are doing well and that things are going okay! iâll be back soon, so thanks for your patience!
â Â firanimus.
âUh-huuuuuuh. Okay, put your arm over my shoulder. Youâre heavy so donât think Iâm going to carry you all the way to that chair over there. You need to sit down and maybe have water. But first, get upââ Not minding the stares the two of them received together for their outlandish actions ( something she would have taken note of if not inebriated ), Maka was more focused on making sure her friend would be alright.Â
ââWhile heâd have been FINE on his own, hitâs kind of hard to deny that he did need to sit his ass down. For someone with such teeny noodle arms, Maka did a damn good job of hauling him across the ballroom to a comfortable chair. But of course heâs GOTTA protest as sheâs trying to get him seated.
    â IâM FINE, MAKA! the party canât go on without its biggest star; let me up! â
    He huffs, trying to stand despite how damn lightheaded he feels.
â Â iussumetry.
đâ â you didnât get drunk at all !! no matter however, at the veryÂ
          least you havenât ripped down any curtains this year. â
âââ NOT YET AT LEAST. the partyâs just getting started, kid! iâve got the whole night to leave my mark on this stuffy ballroom.  â
â Â firanimus.
And down he went.Â
ââOhhhh. BlackâStarâŚ?!â Maka wasnât so far gone as to not find herself scrambling down to the ground, already helping her friend into a sitting position as she rubbed his back, hand moving in slow circles.Â
âGuess this means I win.â
âââ THIS ISNâT . . .  this isnât over yet, you got that? â
    Even dry-heaving wonât stop him from issuing a challenge. Maka might have won this battle, but heâll win the war! If he can manage to pull himself off the floor and force himself to drink again, that is. Which seems really unlikely.Â
    Yeah, this is bad.
â Â iussumetry.
đâ â you know very well of what would happen if you drank soÂ
     recklessly donât make excuses, take responsibility this instant !! â
âââ THE WHOLE POINT OF PARTIESÂ is to get drunk! are ya really going to blame me for doing what EVERYONE does at parties? Â â
â Â iussumetry.
đâ â no, stop blackâstar !! not over the balcony, of all places !! â
âââ HEY, I CANâT CONTROL THIS! if it were up to me, i wouldnât have puked at all. but we canât always get what we want, you know? â
â Â firanimus.
âItâs not thaaaat bad. Youâre overacting! Trying to PSYCH me out so Iâll give up, so you can win. But nuh-uh. No way BlackâStar. Youâre going to be meeting me in that pitâ! Whoever ends up getting sick first loses. Which will be you, by the way.â
âââ YOUâRE ON. thereâs no WAY iâm gonna lose this one! â
     There is, in fact, a way for him to lose. The unintended consequence of quickly chugging champagne when unused to alcohol proves to be a rapid onset of NAUSEA. Before he knows it, his drinks are coming back out of him.Â
     Maka 1, BlackâStar 0.
( rips my shirt off ) this is my costume
â Â firanimus.
âIt tastes fine to me. Maybe your tastebuds are broooooooooooken.â The tease was supplemented with a raspberry tongue, followed by lightâalbeit loudâlaughter. One hand falling upon her hip, she used the other to prod at her friendâs chest. âHave I found the one thing Iâm 100 percent better than you at?Â
Who wouldâve thought.âÂ
âââ WHAT? NO WAY!! thereâs nothing that i canât do! youâre not gonna beat me at anything, not now, not ever! â
     He grabbed two glasses from a nearby platter and poured the awful stuff into his mouth, pushing past the taste for the sake of VICTORY over his friend.
    â â fuck, thatâs like drinking acid! â
MAKA CAN MEET ME IN THE PIT
â Â firanimus.
âThisâŚisnât so bad-tasting. I though alcohol was supposed to be gross? And I feel just fine, so.â Casually sips away at a glass of champagne at the annual DWMA Halloween party. She starts with one and moves onto another.Â
âââ HOWâRE YOU DRINKING THAT STUFF? it tastes AWFUL. â
     Heâd only managed a few sips of the stuff before discarding his glass completely. Even someone with the stomach of a GOD couldnât drink something that tasted like MOTOR OIL. But hey, was Maka trying to show him up or something?
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â Â shapeofthesoul.
      It was pointless to question this guy; he knew that by now. Even if it defied the laws of nature and physics and sent Darwin and Einstein turning over in their graves, Black Star wouldnât let anything stand in his way. All the Weapon could do was go with the incredibly powerful flow of his determination, lifting one long hand into a balled fist with the intent to tap the otherâs in an amiable, laid back gesture.
      âHeh⌠yeah. Whatever you say, man.             Youâd just better hurry up and do             it already, so I can be twice as cool.â
ââSoul didnât believe in him the same way he believed in himself, in the certainty of his vision, but his amicable faith and friendship was all BlackâStar asked. With a broad grin, he bumps his fist to Soulâs, splaying his fingers in imitation of an explosion as he draws his fist away. Heâs always liked dramatic flair.
   â DONâT HOLD YOUR BREATH. iâll be a GOD before you know it! i dunno what kind of sick powers iâll have once i become all that though, so i donât want to promise that you can watch me throw around the moon like a boomerang someday.  â
    He pauses, tugging at loose thread on his oversized collar.
   â you know, iâve got my future all planned out, with surpassing god and shit, but what about you? iâve never heard you talk about any big dreams. â
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