Yori: Google "Grounding Techniques" so that you can understand and help Aloha.


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Yori: Google "Grounding Techniques" so that you can understand and help Aloha.
[bitter-fell-child has unfollowed verdantheart]
"Happy Birthday Pidge!" Hunk had brought a tin full of peanut butter cookies as a present.
“No wayyyy, Hunk where did you GET this?! You’re the best!” Pidge gives him a quick hug before they're all over those cookies.
> Okay. That's that. He turns the car around sharply, scaring the living crap out of the small fox curled up on his lap. He probably breaks many laws and is Probably heard screeching to a halt once he gets back to the house everyone is at.
>He packs up his things quickly and quietly, scooping up Fang and heading out to the car. The drive back to Eastern would be long, but if anyone questioned or asked where he was, he could easily say he went into town for a few things.
It would be a while before anyone thought to check for his things, or even for Fang. He had a few hours, hopefully, before he was questioned.
You try not to think too much about the glass in your hand.
You'd tried.
You know he wants the corruption back. You know he does. But you couldn't do it. You couldn't unlock it. Not even for him.
This little glass of clear liquid in your hand may be the only solution you have for that.
It'd be more appropriate for it to be pink, you think. It's going to taste disgusting, you think.
Your throat is working the burning alcohol down your throat before you can have any more thoughts about it.
The glass in your hand crashes to the floor. The cloying pink scent rises.
You crumple down onto the living room carpet, unconsciousness slipping up to envelop you in a gauzy haze of darkness.
> Finish planning party. > Lay various cheap lagers on the coffee table. > Start drinking yourself stupid the party.