I'M IN TROUBLE {Open} I'M AN ADDICT

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    Due to some recent events, the thought of drinking got back of Delftwood's mind. He had learned about some drinks after the first months of his training in his pack. He had gotten hooked, but never went overboard with his drinking. Eventually, though, it sort of just disappeared from his life. But now it had returned, and finding some scotch from one of the old rooms in the academy, he could now be found outside the building, watching the sunset, vibrant colors spreading over the sky. Every once of a while he would take a swing from the bottle, the taste of booze now starting to taste familiar. And delicious. But the canine had already vowed to himself to not let this become a serious situation, as he had seen with Historia.
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    Dammit, another poison liquid lover 'ey? It's not like it will help with anything at all anyways. Obviously annoyed, the tiger wanted to smash another bottle but he chose not to and let this one go instead. "I'm so done with alcohol," Flauntedpaw growled before walking away.

    [justify]The smell of alcohol had wafted it's way toward the cyborg canine, causing the bridge of her nose to wrinkle up in disgust. Liquor was mighty dangerous. Made your mind turn into mush and fucked up your body horribly. "You know consuming alcohol will destroy your body, correct?"[/justify]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid black; width:385px; margin-left: -5px; text-align: justify; color: grey; font-size: 10px;]Alcohol.. it reminded her of Lancelot. A bitter little smile slipped onto her face as she thought back on their interactions, especially that one time where he'd gotten her to drink as well. God, she missed him. The ranger hovered off to the side, staying silent.

    petra ral baskerville
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    (c) GRYPHON #petraral

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    Delftwood flicked an ear at what he heard Flauntingpaw say and gave a small shrug. It wasn't going to affect him if the trainee didn't drink. He'd probably say it was a good thing. At the new voice, however, he was a bit startled by Nexus' words. Of course he knew that. "I am well aware, but I don't plan on going overboard. I know how to drink responsibly." And with that, the canine took another gulp of scotch, sending a glance over to Petra and offering a slight nod as a greeting.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]"lancelot was a heavy drinker from what i heard; he was successful enough. the man can make his own choices." akame walked over beside petra, giving the other dog a nod of his head.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Alois remembered Lancelot and his little drinking problem. It got funny at times, but still. "He also killed off one of his bodies that way." He added in, stepping into the group. But it wasn't his body so it wasn't his choice. He was simply there to sit back and watch the fun -- and keep their facts in check, of course. But he wouldn't be stopping anyone from doing whatever they were going to do. And he seemed like he could handle himself pretty well, so there was that, too.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]really? akame had never heard of the ways that lancelot had died. this was news to him.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Well, technically it was only one of his bodies -- alcohol poisoning, if his memory proved correct -- but other than that, his lives were in tact. How his horcruxes died and ultimately ended up to the ex-leader's ultimate demise was beyond him. But still, Lance was lucky enough to have extra bodies and wasn't sure how lucky Delftwood proved to be. He stayed silent, yawn parting his maw.