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    The brown lab stumbled over the border, only making it a few feet until he stumbled and landed on his side with an 'oof'. He let his eyes squeeze shut as he muttered profanities under his breath. His head was pounding and his throat was dry. The harsh light of the day caused his headache to grow stronger and every small sound of distress caused his throat to burn. He had definitely had too much to drink last night.


    Brandon stayed there, laying on his side with his eyes closed and not bothering to can up. His bag was laying on the ground beside him, and Brandon stretched his paw out to grab it and bring it closer. There were things in there that he didn't want other people to see. After a moment, he let out another low groan, squeezing his eyes shut harder.


    Fxck this, fxck today.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"You okay there?" Nighttales would inquire, quirking a sharp brow at the sour individual. They certainly did look a prominent mix of dreadful, and desperate, after all - though the Commander's heterochromatic orbs briefly searched their form for wounds, before returning to the male's groggy features as he had identified none. Instead, there was the dense sting of alcohol, cleaving his senses, and he therefore assumed that they had.. hit the floor hard, somehow. The serval was good at holding his liquor, given that.. he wasn't truly sure as to whether Demios actually allowed him to get physically drunk.. But, nonetheless, he had seen as such before. Hangovers weren't uncommon.


    TAGS 22/07/2016

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    "Is he sick...?" Spectre asked Ni, frowning. He had just... fallen over. That wasn't a good sign at all... plus, he didn't smell very good, either. Spec didn't drink at all, but she could still tell. She... didn't know what to do about this, though. Hopefully her fiance knew.


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    The male would open his eyes, letting them travel to look at Nighttales and making some odd sound of surprise. He had not expected someone to come here this early but then and again, this was a border wasn't it? "Ah, sorry." He mumbled, slowly bringing himself to stand. His bag was under him and his dark brown eyes focused on the two that had shown up. He took a deep breath in to mentally prepare himself for speaking up. "Hi, I'm Brandon and I... Shxt." He cursed, realizing he didn't know why was here.


    // heyo! I played monster kid

    [justify]You don't look too good, Brandon Animalpaw would observe rather blankly as he made his way over, his yellow eyes landing on the canine. No, they didn't look too good at all, at least compared to him, but then again, who could look as good and majestic as him anyways?[/justify]

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    He cast a sideways glance at Animalpaw and pressed his non existent lips into a thin line. Wasn't this guy just an angel. "Uh, thanks kid." He would mutter, before going to grab his bag. Without thinking, he grabbed the bottom of it and lifted, causing a black gun to fall out of it. The brown lab took a sharp breath in and raised a paw to do a canine version of a 'face-palm'. "I was looking all over for that thing..." He thought out loud to himself, placing the gun black into the messenger bag like it was no big deal.

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    [justify]The apprentice would eye the object, growling slightly. Was that supposed to be a threat of sorts? It seemed so to him. After all, who just so happened to tip a bag upside down and a gun that they've been looking for just magically falls out like out of anywhere they checked, they had never bothered with the bag they used to carry things around in. Hey, if that's supposed to mean something, I don't think you're welcome here the grey kitsune would bark in annoyance, their yellow gaze narrowing.[/justify]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]As his fiancee approached, his gaze would pivot towards her, and he'd respond with a slight shake of his head. "Sort of, but not really. It's a hangover, Spec." Nighttales would add, a slight smirk gracing his maw in the meantime. Spec was always.. particularly reserved, when it came to alcohol. He enjoyed teasing her about her hesitance, and he enjoyed teasing her in general, though he would never truly goad her into doing something she didn't wish to do.


    "I doubt he'll be stupid enough to use it on us." Nighttales would add in response to Animalpaw, resounding with a slight sigh. Their concerns were in the right place, though, he supposed. Concealing a weapon did tend to seem alarming, at times.


    Anyhow, his heterochromatic orbs returned to the stranger, now deemed as 'Brandon'. Sure, the gun had been a curious object, but if that was what the individual was planning on using, in an attempt to kill someone, Nighttales was sure that his goals would fall short. That, and.. nobody was really dumb enough to try such a thing, nowadays, either. "How'd you end up here then, Brandon?" Night paused. "And would you like a glass of water, or something?"


    TAGS 16/08/2016

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    Brandon would tense up when he realized what it must look like before rapidly shaking his head and continuing to make sure the weapon was concealed properly. "Listen, uh, the guns for..." He trailed off glancing sideways as to think of what to say. He was working on his 'not a sociopathic killer' reputation and it was going down the drain. After a moment, he just shook his head picked up his bag, correctly this time. "Listen, I wouldn't kill a whole clan, or try to." He explained. "I'm not, uh, I like to think I'm not dumb, and it would be too much effort. Not enough ammo, too many bodies to bury..." The last sentence he spoke seemed mainly aimed towards himself, like a checklist.


    At the suggestion of water, he blinked, taking a second to process the question. "Oh, water sounds great man, thanks. And, I'll admit, I don't remember a single damn thing from yesterday. I woke up and started walking." He muttered, before frowning. "I've made the worst first impression, haven't I?" He asked grumpily.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 450px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=#969696]He had never had a hangover before, but if he remembered correctly it came with a headache, or something. Digging around in his satchel for a moment, he'd produce the herb he was looking for, feverfew. "If you eat that, it'll cure your headache, providing you have one..." Trailing off, he'd faintly realize he had no clue who he was talking to. The deaf feline had solely focused on the word hangover, and he had made assumptions on his own.. "Lucien says hello.."


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