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Send me ♣ for a drunk text
meme // accepting // @tentaiii
Send me ♣ for a drunk text
{msg}: somebody jusr told me that drinjing wine out of glasss with stem make forearms looks great
{msg}: and that s a well knwon fact that guys with great frearms are good at sey
{msg}: sex
{msg}: while I was drinking mx wine from a glass with a stem
{msg}: well I showwed her my wedding ring and told her that my husband can suerly confirm this theroy
"Sex."
It was a simple, crude reply that was definitely influenced by the alcohol the leader of the Raijinshuu had consumed in the course of this evening. Chances are that he would have given him a raised brow along with a response à la 'You don't need me to spell it out for you, now do you?' if he had been in a sober state, however now Natsu had to deal with this.
If Freed had entirely registered the dragon slayer's utter surprise, shock almost, then it didn't faze him one bit nor did it cause any more restraint. It was very true that the two of them didn't converse all too much but the secret assumption Natsu had about why it was that way was far less of a truth and so, after remembering something particular, he had decided that right now was a good moment to approach this subject. Turning to create direct, intent eye-contact with his guild mate, Freed narrowed his eyes.
"I'm pretty sure you mentioned somethin' about wanting to talk about it."
@ignicity // cont. [x]
“There’s no more rum… Why is there no more rum…,”
he muttered, inebriated, as he laid on the floor and stared into the empty bottle.
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meme // accepting // @laxusthelightning // connected to x [ @tentaiii ]
Send me ♣ for a drunk text
{msg}: laxus
{msg}: baby
{msg}: babe
{msg}: darlign
{msg}: honey
{msg}: beloved
{msg}: can you confirm that I gott nice forearms and that we have
{msg}: amazign sex
“You are totally sloshed.”
Bar/Pub Sentence Starters// accepting // @meganeviolet
“Lies an’ slander!”
The exclamation slipped out of his mouth louder than most likely intended, the late bounce in his vox already enough to confirm what Laki had just been stating correctly.
The concept of becoming intoxicated, purposefully or not, was something that actually went against Freed’s distinct need to keep the control in most situations, and a clear mindset. Perhaps it was the familiar, safe environment and company that had made it easier to let go over time and have some casual fun; in this case in form of a not exactly rare guild party and with the unfortunately low tolerance for alcohol the Raijinshuu’s captain possessed it could be ridiculously easy to have him slip into such a condition if he wasn’t watching himself enough, or got tempted too much.
Be it because Cana (once again) convinced him to ‘take one or two’ shots with her or, what transpired even rarer than him being outright hammered anyway, he had his own private reasons to get his mind off things and whether one wanted to admit it or not, alcohol was able to soothe such worries in at least nine out of ten cases.
Right now however, Freed was supporting himself on the bar counter with one hand, body feeling heavy and pulling him forward a little. Head swaying barely visible, the man’s cheeks puffed out slightly as he suppressed a soft burp before he caught his facial expression and sent a tiny glare Laki’s way. Sloshed, pah! He wasn’t anywhere near sloshed!
Or that’s at least what he was trying to fool himself with in his silly state and grabbing his almost empty glass he made an effort to strut past his guild mate. “’m gonna go lead a fruitful conversation now.”
*brings him a fluffly blanket*
Now he actually had to be careful that he didn’t fall asleep right at the guild hall.
He wasn’t used to so many caring gestures at once. Sure, some of these deeds might have been accomplished because of a bad conscious but right now he couldn’t care less about the motives.
He had some bread left, water, a pillow, a trashcan for the emergency case and now a blanket, too.
Blinking as Freed glanced up briefly he just moved enough to get a bit more comfortable, another low ‘thank you’ falling from his lips.
"You know that isn't all you want to do... I hear from people you guys do bad things as well...." She is pouting and grossed out at the same time
Freed really wanted to just keep his eyes closed and attempt to relax until he felt stable enough to head home safely, however he had to admit that especially the latter of Wendy’s statements aroused his attention once more.
“...’f I say cuddlin’.. then I mean cuddlin’...”
Most of the time, at least.
Huffing softly he opened one eye, brushing a few strands of emerald hair out of his face.
“... but what are those... bad things you’re talkin’ about? I don’t think we’re doing bad things.”
“Tzch.. try to tell that s’mebody else... Cana wouldn’t do that..”
This was more than ironic. Where the hell did this person come from all of a sudden anyway? Honestly, he was not in the shape to deal with someone like them right now.
“T’is is ridicou..lus... What kinda rule maker would I be if I let my own death happen anyway?”
