#barryflashballen

[roi-des-voleurs]

Send ‘tired’ to receive a slow/sleepy text from my muse. (Gwen)

[la rousse unknown] bonjour jean[unknown] just realized i never thanked you for those beignets you gave me for christmas[unknown] they were good[unknown] think maybe you got it finally![...][unknown] i'd give you back the pan but i can't find it[...][unknown] i'd go look but i just fell into bed[unknown] literally[...][unknown] it's 6 AM and i gotta try to sleep a bit[unknown] pardon

[fxllen-one]

Send ‘happy’ to receive a happy/excited text from my muse.-Barry

[😈 ➡️ Maze Unknown] Do you know it’s been a century since these silly humans tried to ban liquor?[😈 ➡️ Unknown] My new club in New York is actually in a building where the smart humans used to smuggle in their homemade hooch during that sad time![😈 ➡️ Unknown] I think we should throw a party down there to commemorate their brave efforts in bringing booze to everyone!

[godxofxlies]

nonverbal starters

@barryflashballen​ said: aid: bed rest for valkyrie. || ( @valxasgard​ )

To be perfectly honest, he had half of mind to leave her be at the time. After all, he didn’t know what had happened but considering he found her passed out and practically unconscious, it seemed safe to assume she had come across a bad batch of Midgardian ale, or ‘beer’ as they called it these days. Whatever the case, he was briefly taken back to a time when they might have fought together. All of that was a bit hazy though considering he himself had nearly died, jumped a few dimensions and yeah. It was all a bit hazy at best.

But he was drawn from his musings all the same as the woman stirred upon the mattress. He hoped she wouldn’t ask too many questions about the condo he was borrowing for the time being or about his presence in general. She was safe right? And had been left alone so she could sleep off whatever she had going on upstairs. He saw no reason for her to complain really and if she saw fit to, he just might be leaving her to die next time. Or suffer some other kind of horrific fate. There were way too many amusing ones to ponder at the present.

“I have no idea if you are just too drunk for your own good, or if you’ve taken ill,” he began. “I am not a nurse who works for free so I’m afraid the best I can do is offer free bed rest, polite bedside manner if you deserve it, and maybe safe passage out of here.” He moved closer to the bed, gently pushing her back down upon it. “You look like hell so rest. Fortunately for you, I have no interest in killing you. Those are brand new sheets. It’s too soon to bloody them up with my brother’s leftovers.”