10-28-2018, 11:58 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]random moody drunk val muse lmao quick warning that this thread does involve alcohol and he's. pretty drunk so it'll be a thing in responses, just in case that bothers anyone
His attempts to get away from this place led him nowhere. The Pitt's depravity had stained his fur and maybe even slipped a little bit deeper underneath his skin. Everywhere he went, people assumed the worst of him just because of the faint scent he carried with him. Perhaps they were right to (he was here willingly, no matter the reason), but it still just sort of stings. Everything does. This is the last place he wants to be while also being the only place that he has a friend in the world. Better angry than lonely, right? Maybe not. Every time he's gotten close enough to see someone's face for these last few hours, he's barely been able to duck his head down and avoid some sort of fight. So far he's been able to slip mostly under the radar. People ignored him, and being ignored is the only thing worth keeping up. As long as he didn't mean shit to anybody, the world would keep turning and he'd make his way out of here eventually. Slip up, and nobody knows what'll happen. He doesn't want to find out.
But today's been a bad day — a really bad day. So the dog shed off the jacket Butch had given him and ended up on the floor with a bottle of alcohol. The jacket just smells like himself and sand now (which is stupid, he doesn't like that), and alcohol burns the same way it always does. He's not much of a drinker, and that just makes this go a little bit worse. Or better. His thoughts come to his mind fuzzy and slow, every drink leaving his tongue heavier but looser. So far there's nobody to talk to though, and maybe with the sour expression on his face, that's for the best. The half-empty bottle of whiskey now lies on its side, liquid almost ready to pour out from the neck but not quite. Val keeps his head on his paws and simply glares at it like he's waiting for something, expression filled with a wide-open, hazy sort of anger. Today just wasn't his day.
His attempts to get away from this place led him nowhere. The Pitt's depravity had stained his fur and maybe even slipped a little bit deeper underneath his skin. Everywhere he went, people assumed the worst of him just because of the faint scent he carried with him. Perhaps they were right to (he was here willingly, no matter the reason), but it still just sort of stings. Everything does. This is the last place he wants to be while also being the only place that he has a friend in the world. Better angry than lonely, right? Maybe not. Every time he's gotten close enough to see someone's face for these last few hours, he's barely been able to duck his head down and avoid some sort of fight. So far he's been able to slip mostly under the radar. People ignored him, and being ignored is the only thing worth keeping up. As long as he didn't mean shit to anybody, the world would keep turning and he'd make his way out of here eventually. Slip up, and nobody knows what'll happen. He doesn't want to find out.
But today's been a bad day — a really bad day. So the dog shed off the jacket Butch had given him and ended up on the floor with a bottle of alcohol. The jacket just smells like himself and sand now (which is stupid, he doesn't like that), and alcohol burns the same way it always does. He's not much of a drinker, and that just makes this go a little bit worse. Or better. His thoughts come to his mind fuzzy and slow, every drink leaving his tongue heavier but looser. So far there's nobody to talk to though, and maybe with the sour expression on his face, that's for the best. The half-empty bottle of whiskey now lies on its side, liquid almost ready to pour out from the neck but not quite. Val keeps his head on his paws and simply glares at it like he's waiting for something, expression filled with a wide-open, hazy sort of anger. Today just wasn't his day.
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