Miju hadn't really intended to come to the faire. He'd left some stranger in his bed, still drunk from the night before and a little... a lot... lighter on blood. Consequently, Miju is wasted. He'd stumbled out to find someone else to drink from, someone that might help him forget that Gabs is dead and he'd been worse than useless.
He collides, entirely his own fault, with a solid figure. "Oof." Miju blinks, befuddled, feeling very much like the world under his feet is spinning too, too fast. "You're not drunk, are you? Naaaaaah... you doctor types worry too much about... your health... and whatever shit." The words are slurred enough that Adonis would be forgiven for not understanding them. Even if he does, there's no reason for Miju to be glaring at him with the level of distaste that he is. @ofruinations (for Adonis)