oh well, i taste so good - open, drunk

Mythicalkit · Mar 26th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]//what have i done cx
at least he is a happy drunk *slowly does a thumbs up*

Mythicalkit hadn’t expected what had happened. He had found a bottle and assumed it to be another one of those human fizzy drinks that he adored so much. He made out the work cherry and saw something about a whisk. He wasn’t sure what the ‘whisk’ was all about but he didn’t care, human things were awesome. He opened the bottle with little to no hesitation, slightly taken aback by the strong smell but assuming it was normal. It had a strange scent but the smell was watered down by the sweet aroma of cherry. Damn, he loved anything cherry flavoured and it was about to make him regret that. The child sat up on his hind legs, holding the bottle to his lips. He pushed it back, his head tipping back as he took some rather greedy gulps of the drink. Little did he know, he was downing a bottle of cherry flavoured whiskey and it was not going to go in his favour.

He almost immediately felt a burning sensation searing his throat as the amber liquid slid down his throat. The kitten let out a choking cough, dropping the bottle and falling back as it smashed on the ground. Glass shattered everywhere and as he fell forwards, he stepped right on a shard of it. The child felt his insides burning as the alcohol settled in his stomach. He let out a cry of pain, tripping back and falling onto his back, blood streaming from his paw and trickling through his thick blonde fur. His glasses were crooked on his face and he got his to paws shakily, fixing them and glancing at the smashed bottle with shock and fear. He felt his mind grow cloudy and was honestly terrified. What was happening? Had he drunk poison? Was he going to die out here all by himself? No, Myth was determined to at least get back to the beach and die around family and friends. As he stumbled away, he failed to notice the figure that had been watching him, a sinister smirk on their face as they watched the child depart before exiting themselves.

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The child had made it safely back to the beach, limping slightly as he walked. The big gulps of the whiskey had been enough to intoxicate the child and whilst it must have been amusing to some, it certainly wasn’t to Myth. He let out a groan, tail flicking. The burn was long gone and he felt all warm and fuzzy inside. It was a nice sensation. He liked it.

“Sunshines? Is anyone -hic- anyone around? Suuuuuunshinesssssssssss?!” he called out, letting out a light hiccup mid-sentence as he stumbled forwards, giggling softly. His glasses were once again crooked on his face but this time he made no move to try and fix it. He just staggered on along in the sand.

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CALEB. · Mar 27th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt]OMG TRACKING FOR NOW AS I HAVE DINNER ATM WELP
There's Gameboy's voice in my head, screaming
"Y O, THAT'S MY TERM TO CALL OURSELF THAT, MYTH"
anD WHO'S THAT "THE FIGURE??"
IF IT'S A NPC, PERMISSION TO GET GAMEBOY TO DO SOME SPANKY WANKY (WELL, NOT REALLY, BUT YOU KNOW) TIME WITH THEM? XD

CALEB. · Mar 27th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt]...Oh boy, it was a call for overprotective Gameboy. Oh no.
The scent mixed with alcohol and blood was never a good thing to the former Physician, definitely not. It caught his attention to quickly approach over to the scene where the source of the ever so familiar smells came from. Until... Oh no. "Oh my god, no..." Gameboy heavily breathed, not believing what was happening before his eyes. That was... That was his brother, drunk right off of his little ass and was even using the term he came up with to address Sunclanners. But mainly the first one was his biggest concern. He immediately get closer to the child who was awfully too young to drink at this age and his eyes widened at the sight of the blood that belonged to Mythicalkit. "Wha - Michael, what the actual f-" 'Calm your ass down, Gameboy, he's just a sweet... curious... naive child...' Sometimes he had a very good reason to be absolutely furious at the life itself and this was one of them, no doubt. Trying to ignore the anger and confusion that was building inside his chest as he reminded himself that his brother needed medical aid right away, he took some required herbs out from the bag he had by his side and stopped by his side. "Hold still, bud, you're going to be okay." reassured the black feline, managing to keep his tone cool as he took out the worse herb of them all and put it front of Mythicalkit's face, gesturing to eat it. Of course, it was yarrow. He waited until Mythicalkit would take it before he conjured a wet moss to clean the blood and try to take out any shards of the bottle if there was any. He did it so in the end as his gaze darted from one spot to another and once he was done, he attempted to apply the marigolds once he made it into plumps along with the cobwebs, eyes narrowed and teeth gritted as he wanted to know how on a fucking world did this happened. Fucking hell, was he going to extremely salty as Roosterteeth would be afterwards.

curior · Mar 27th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 390px; border-radius: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver;]~~im tracking this bc i stalk myth~~

Mythicalkit · Mar 27th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]//yes it's an npc so permission granted
go ahead with 'spanky wanky time' cx
and so much for him being a happy drunk
*waves at mel* stalk all you want

It was pretty ironic if you thought about it. Whilst in an intoxicated state, the child reverted to using terms that his older brother used. It just put it into perspective of how he looked up to the black feline. But now of all times. It was almost laughable.

The child swung his head around in the direction of Game's voice, green gaze latching onto the black feline. After a few moments, a grin split on his face and he sat back, raising a paw to wave enthusiastically at the male. "Gameeee. Gameme. Ha, memes!~" he giggled, losing his balance and falling flat onto his face in the sand. The blonde kitten laughed into the ground, his shoulders shaking as he did so before he made the attempt to straighten up. He pulled himself up with much trouble and sat down looking up at Gameboy with a giggle, his laugh interrupted by a hiccup.

"Wha - Michael, what the actual f-"

Myth's grin faltered slightly as he tilted his head to one side. Doing this caused him to also sway in that direction and he barely reacted fast enough to hold out a paw. Had he done something wrong? That burning liquid didn't taste so bad after a little while so what was so bad about it? It was just like medicine. Sometimes it tasted disgusting or stung because it was working. So why did he feel like there was guilt collecting in the pit of his stomach. If he thought about it any longer then yarrow might have not been necessary.

Not knowing what the herb was that Game had gestured at, he frowned at it. But he trusted his brother and after a few thoughts he decided that Game would never do anything to try and harm him. So the child ate the herb and almost automatically regretted it. He hunched over, propelling the contents of his stomach into the sand. He slumped back, head hung low as he allowed the male to clean his cut up. He felt rather stupid. Just because he was too curious he had gotten into such a situation. God, he could hear them all laughing and mocking him now. "S-Sorry..." he muttered, trailing off. He couldn't hold it back. The alcohol had loosened his grip on his emotions and as if a tap had been turned on, he started sobbing. Tears streamed down his face as he kept his head low, eyes squeezed shut.

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