"heartbroken" [ is been to long since my last roleplay, maybe I'll give it a shot ] ;;w;; ( alchohol black powder please :> )
@fugeoni666/ @ask–theoutlaw
Send me “HEARTBROKEN” for my muse to snap/break in front of your muse.
And there he is- Desperately attempting to grasp anything that could be left of alcohol in those empty bottles. Even though he knew that there was none- he knew that.
Bottles cackled all over the small room- as he checked each one of them. Random grunts- low growls as he came to check on the last bottle. He would breath in deeply- in his tone it is posible to notice pain.
His head rests on his hand as his body starts to shake- He notices eyes looking at his current- weak state, it is the outlaw.
The ionian turns around to face the bilgerwaterian- there is pain as he breathes heavily- he attempts at not making his current state way too obvious to the other man.
“You- woke up- huh?” he mutters a faint tone as he is still shaking.