Slurred words
Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.
"Ah... Sona.. Them big, bouncy... Honkabongrs..." He mumbled, before a single hiccup escaped his mouth. "Pardon... WELL... Her hair so damn long... Tits so big... Not long tho! Can you even... Even imagine long tits!? Damn..." After saying the last word, a soft sigh could be heard, before he took a sip of his beer. "Also.. Sona's... Long, in general. About thhiiis size." The guitarist then lifted his free hand above his horns, to show how tall she was currently in his eyes. "And... She's playin'! Ya! Some... Uuh.. some weird-ass piano that's floating or some shit like that... And also.. Sona's very nice, veeeeeeeeeery nice... Like suuuuper nice. It's like... Uh... Almost unbelievable someone like her exists..! Is she even real...?" Suddenly, he started to sob and his voice becoming high-pitched. "WHY IS SHE SO NICE..!? THAT'S... THAT'S BECAUSE SHE IS LONG...!? SOMEONE ANSWER MEE..."







