[OPEN] happy birthday drunkass

[succiduous]

Who: Gnosis & You
What: It's his birthday. Mizuki gave him liquor. Bird is drunk.
When: Dec 11th
Where: The inn
Warnings: Alcohol/chaotic drunk behaviour


I. He's not an alcoholic but,

[Gnosis likes to think he's very put together. Anyway, that's why he's laying across one of the inn couches, taking up the entire goddamn thing, with a bottle of liquor clasped in his fist. A bottle of liquor which he's very quickly downing. No he's not using a glass he's just drinking right out of the fucking bottle.

It is, luckily for him and his liver functions, the only bottle here right now. This does not seem to matter by the time you find him, because the man is already fucking plastered.]

Hey.

[Just walk away just let him drown his problems in the bottle just fucking leave]

If I did something fucked up [GNOSIS] would you hate me?

II. this is some alcoholic behaviour,

[The bottle is empty. Gnosis is no longer on the couch. He has moved on to the kitchen, by some miracle, and maybe you watched him hobble there on his crutches while absolutely fucking Gone. You'll find him in the kitchen, balancing with his crutches against the nearby wall as he digs in the fridge. There's pretty much nothing in here, and he very suddenly stands up and slams it shut.]

This place sucks.

[He says this with absolutely none of his usual verbosity and all the ire he can manage, hobbling over to the cabinets.]

Couldn't even stock it with liquor, [YOU DRANK IT ALL] had to throw us in here to die without a way of taking the edge off... [PLEASE SIT DOWN]

III. but happy birthday anyway i guess

[Okay. Back to the couch. This time he's not laying on it, but rather sitting up properly, and it seems like Someone has given him a glass of water and has explicitly said in no uncertain terms that his ass needs to chill the fuck out. He's nursing this glass very carefully while Tenzin sits on his shoulder and chews on his hair. The hawk says drink your water, nerd.

Anyway, Gnosis is not doing this. He sips maybe once every five minutes. He will be hungover by morning if this keeps up.]

Thirty-six is not old. [He mutters this to himself, but if you're here to hear it, it'll sound like he's saying it to you. He's apparently having his midlife crisis.] I'm not old. Why do people keep calling me old?

[You're apparently geriatric at 36 idk what you want from a bunch of 18 year olds dude]

IV. WILDCARD??

[It's his birthday today lmao, special mention goes to all the new lore that came out mentioning that he's horrible with liquor. God bless him. Anyway if you want to do something with a drunk bird??? i'm here]

Comments

[succiduous]

Yes, well, it would be difficult for you to see them while I'm sitting down like this. I normally wear a coat, in any case.

[He's not wearing his coat in the inn right now because the alcohol has made it a little warm in here, not to mention he's been moving around somewhat frequently until recently. Regardless, he pulls aside some of his more humanlike hair to show Vash the place where his headfeathers attach to his scalp.]

I'm "Liberi" — a bird, specifically a black-necked crane. [yes the arknights Are aware they are animals it's just a Thing] The feathers from the pillow, I believe, are duck feathers. Therefore, you're now a duck. Congratulations on your new Liberi status.

[oleaeuropaea]

Oh - [Vash reels back, not for the first time this evening. He covers his mouth with a hand, eyes blowing wide. The embarrassment creeps in, and while he keeps his mouth muffled, he raises the metal hand in a display of innocence.]

I didn't realize those were real! I'm sorry about that, I was just bein' silly. If they're part of you then - [He trails off, stammering to himself a little more but not making much sense.]

Really, you don't have to play along. If anything, I should be apologizing!!

[succiduous]

I'm used to people here not realising that my feathers are real. What's considered offensive back on Terra is easily forgiven in a place where people don't know better.

[He swirls his water around in his glass. The hawk on his opposite shoulder regards Vash with a curious quirk of the head.]

Besides, I'm in a decent enough mood right now. I don't hold it against you. [But know that he would be crabbier had he not just imbibed So Much Alcohol an hour ago.] What's a little joke on a birthday, after all?

[oleaeuropaea]

I-I guess so. Still! It won't happen again!

[In fact, he is frantically sweeping all of the feathers off his head. They drift slowly to the ground, a mess to be dealt with another time.]

But that's okay, we can move right along. Talk about something else. Like how it's your birthday! Happy Birthday!