[ A lot less drunk and more riding the waves out of drunkness, but a scare that was ready to maul his face off could do so much to an Ajin boy . . .
This is really not homo.
Ethan would like to go back to sleep and sleep in if he could, but he's getting a fistful of his own clothes shoved in his face and a whole ton of mad handling over him. Shutting his eyes tightly and turning his face, his nostrils flare, the familiar scent of blood invading his awareness. Sudden awareness turns into a gnawing feeling of dread; the memory is a fuzz, but he hadn't been completely tanked with booze enough to forget the whole night. His gaze flinches at the older man's, and he holds his breath.
He got dumber, and maybe had to regenerate a finger (s???). And some of his arm. Fell a few times. Did he die and didn't notice? Christ— When was the knife game a good idea?
(Apparently, when you're hanging with a bunch of other buzzed immortals and drunk you just wants to fit in). ]
Uh— That's— [ God damn it— ] It's nothing, ah— [ Submissively, his hands raise up for Mal. ] It was just a little— It was meat.
[ He tries not to hit his own face with that one, but it really was the only thing he could think of in the midst of covering his tracks. ]
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This is really not homo.
Ethan would like to go back to sleep and sleep in if he could, but he's getting a fistful of his own clothes shoved in his face and a whole ton of mad handling over him. Shutting his eyes tightly and turning his face, his nostrils flare, the familiar scent of blood invading his awareness. Sudden awareness turns into a gnawing feeling of dread; the memory is a fuzz, but he hadn't been completely tanked with booze enough to forget the whole night. His gaze flinches at the older man's, and he holds his breath.
He got dumber, and maybe had to regenerate a finger (s???). And some of his arm. Fell a few times. Did he die and didn't notice? Christ— When was the knife game a good idea?
(Apparently, when you're hanging with a bunch of other buzzed immortals and drunk you just wants to fit in). ]
Uh— That's— [ God damn it— ] It's nothing, ah— [ Submissively, his hands raise up for Mal. ] It was just a little— It was meat.
[ He tries not to hit his own face with that one, but it really was the only thing he could think of in the midst of covering his tracks. ]