02-13-2020, 06:56 PM
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— there was a fine line, a distinction, between people who drank because they loved to drink and people who drank because they loved what alcohol did for them at that moment. while frederick stirling fell perfectly into the aforementioned group, that didn’t make him particularly blind to the latter category. it wasn’t easy to note who was which category at times, especially since for some those lines tended to blur. he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up as he wandered into the kitchen. he paused.
“you’re the only motherfucker in this world that can handle me.”
it felt fairly easy to put someone in the latter category when they drank alone.
eyes peered over at rory, taking in the sight of the darker-haired male on the floor with his dog. he rose a brow slightly to himself, lips pursed, before he eventually broke out into a gentle, close-lipped smile. “and it looks like you can’t handle your alcohol.” a lighthearted remark that felt like it missed the mark on being humorous- to anyone except freddie, who huffed at what he said.
though, after sobering up, freddie found it only reasonable to try and pry. it was a curious situation to walk in on- and, curious as ever, the blonde momentarily cleared his throat before asking, “what reason do you have to be getting drunk off your ass?” if there even was one-- yet from what he had seen from rory, nothing about him struck fred as an “alcoholic” in most senses of the word. crossing his arms, he leaned against one of the kitchen counters. didn’t make an offer to help the guy up- didn’t make an offer to be any form of help. what else would be expected of the young man?
//sorry for the late af reply
and even this reply in general but
oh rory h o n e y
— there was a fine line, a distinction, between people who drank because they loved to drink and people who drank because they loved what alcohol did for them at that moment. while frederick stirling fell perfectly into the aforementioned group, that didn’t make him particularly blind to the latter category. it wasn’t easy to note who was which category at times, especially since for some those lines tended to blur. he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up as he wandered into the kitchen. he paused.
“you’re the only motherfucker in this world that can handle me.”
it felt fairly easy to put someone in the latter category when they drank alone.
eyes peered over at rory, taking in the sight of the darker-haired male on the floor with his dog. he rose a brow slightly to himself, lips pursed, before he eventually broke out into a gentle, close-lipped smile. “and it looks like you can’t handle your alcohol.” a lighthearted remark that felt like it missed the mark on being humorous- to anyone except freddie, who huffed at what he said.
though, after sobering up, freddie found it only reasonable to try and pry. it was a curious situation to walk in on- and, curious as ever, the blonde momentarily cleared his throat before asking, “what reason do you have to be getting drunk off your ass?” if there even was one-- yet from what he had seen from rory, nothing about him struck fred as an “alcoholic” in most senses of the word. crossing his arms, he leaned against one of the kitchen counters. didn’t make an offer to help the guy up- didn’t make an offer to be any form of help. what else would be expected of the young man?
//sorry for the late af reply
and even this reply in general but
oh rory h o n e y
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[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH
[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH