#inebriatedhands

[inebriatedhands]

Guess I’m joinin’ this bandwagon.

‘ave a photo where I look abou’ ready t’go t’work.

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Picrew

[ceruleansirius]

@inebriatedhands

yo

name's cailean

my chill is fake but thanks

[snowdinpoppy-blog]

*I’m so excited my costume is done!!

*I can’t wait to show Vivi and the others!

[inebriatedhands]

Welcome Home

How long had it been since he’d been here? Far too long, maybe not long enough. With something such as time being such a fickle thing, it’d be a hard task to tell; Especially for him.

That, however, didn’t stop him from stepping foot right through the very door that he had not seen in months, maybe even years. Clicking the door open with a twist of the specific key before he took that step, landing himself with a waft of a familiar smell of modern and brewed coffee. His place never changed, did it? Good, it was exactly how he liked it and left it.

With a few more steps, his senses started to kick in. Feeling the very vibes of this timeline, this city, all in one go and it was.. Comforting. Safe. Somewhere he needed and had to be. 

The first thing? That large, long and leather bag slung over his shoulder was going to be the first thing he places down and right onto the couch with a hint of a bounce and rattle. Any items in there shuffling around with clinks and rubs for that split moment. 

The next thing? Himself. Flopping all too easily down upon that very same couch with an exhaled breath of relief. Leaning so far back into it that he might as well have became one with the couch and the short, fluffy hooded hoodie that he had on in comparison to his usual long coat. 

God, it was good to be back home. It really was. Even if everything was quiet, even if everything seemed almost too dead. Faces he used to see where now nowhere to be found and he wondered.. If that was so bad? It was peaceful for once in a long time and he had no complaints. 

And now? Now it was time to relax, with no real company in mind or any that he knew of that might come over, he was in bliss. Enjoying the aroma of his apartment and the city combined. The atmosphere. Everything.

That drink could wait.

[inebriatedhands]

Apparently I’m an asshole like this. 

Ha, who fuckin’ would’a thunk it?

[snowdinpoppy-blog]

@inebriatedhands

*OH! Hi Vi!

*I hadn’t seen you online for a while, are you okay?

[inebriatedhands]

Your a fusion of sans and gaster and youll never be your own person. Someday theyll unfuse and youll just poof outta existence "g"

* ....

* ... No.. I know what I am, yes. A fusion. Nothing more than an intermingling of two souls becoming one.. But.. That’s just it.* Becoming one. * I am neither Comic, I am neither... Him. * I am ME. * And unless someone forces me to split, I ain’t goin’ anywhere. * E v e r.

[inebriatedhands]

* I should probably never do drunk science again. * But this was an interesting result.. * Huh.