#c:alix

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[ @alix-velmont​ ] I could kill for those earrings

Maybe I did.

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[Alix] "You're just -- you're drunk."

Fergus lifted his head up on the bed he currently lay upon, a wobbly grin across his lips. “Can ah no’ be both?” He turned his head, still smiling like a goon. “Drunk an’ honest.” A gruff laugh escaped him, and as his eyes again met hers, he patted the spot beside him, turning onto his side immediately afterwards. “Squidge ya bahookie next to me, we can ‘ave a little bosie.” He meant bum and he meant cuddle. Apparently he grew unbearably Scottish when he was intoxicated, which made little sense considering he was brought up in the ass end of Russia. “Am not a–” He hiccuped, and covered his mouth with the back of a tattooed hand when he burped. When he continued his sentence, he’d switched to Russian, “–volk v ovech'yey shkurye.” Fergus’ eyes began to wander, so he groaned and squeezed them shut. “Yer’ too bonnie to look at.”