BEAU

[voidbreaker]

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[disreguarded]

I feel like shit. I'm hungover. [ like a lot. ]

[voidbreaker]

How much of that bar did you drink?

[ girl ]

[disreguarded]

Like half of it. Majima had the other half. [ heurururughhh ]

[voidbreaker]

That's a lie, I know I had some.

[ hm. ]

Need more coffee?

[disreguarded]

Yes. Gods, yes. [ she says. please take her mug. she shoves it in his direction. get her coffee. ]

Maybe if I drink enough I'll vibrate hard enough to knock the headache out of my head.

[voidbreaker]

[ welp. he's here to save the day. ]

Or you'll just end up even more hungover-useless.

[ let's be honest. ]

[disreguarded]

Probably. Either way I'm useless today, so I might as well enjoy myself.

[voidbreaker]

You call a raging headache “enjoying yourself”?

[ hm ]

You want this plain, or do you want sugary crap in it too?

[disreguarded]

I call drinking coffee enjoying myself, dude. And no, but if there's milk anywhere over there, put that in.

[voidbreaker]

Drinking your coffee with a side of hangover. Sure.

[ he adds An Amount of Milk Beau Will Be Satisfied With (he hopes), and pours his own mug before moving back to sit down. ]

So. The drinking for fun, or trying to forget the current situation, or...?

[disreguarded]

[ thank god, coffee. she wraps her hands around it. ]

All of the above. [ she hums. ] Trying to get all the whining out of my system before we get fucked over. Again.

[voidbreaker]

[ me, replying to this while drinking a coffee: mood, beau ]

Hey, you never know. Maybe we’ll just do some trust falls and then hop off home.

[disreguarded]

[ me drinking coffee while writing this like nods fastly ]

Man, I'd almost take the murder over trust falls.

[voidbreaker]

[ cries in lack of coffee ]

Wow, where's your team spirit?

[disreguarded]

In the fucking garbage where it belongs.

[voidbreaker]

Well fish it out, we've got even more bullshit to drag our asses through and it might come in handy.