* STARTER CALL ! @zav0dila
❝ get up . ❝ his voice carries no empathy nor any compassion . his voice is rough &. demanding . though , PYB was arguably just as commanding as he was . one boot toes at an empty vodka bottle , the harsh odor invading his nose &. causing ruv to recoil &. grimace . this was part of their morning ritual by now ―――― the shorter one abruptly waking the other as the afternoon sun filtered in through the colorful windows amp;. painting grey visages hues of pink , yellow , &. orange . as always , sarvente was completing her afternoon prayers as jp ran amuck within the church walls . ❝ how many bottles are in here ? it smells awful in here . i do not understand how you are able to stomach the taste &. smell of the vodka . i should also be informing you to be prepared for sarvente’s lunch . it is burnt by the smell of it . but you did not hear that from me . ❝