[OPEN] happy birthday drunkass

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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]

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Would you say that if you knew more about me, I wonder...

[Are you fucking Okay]

I got my closest friend kidnapped when we were children, and that was just the start. [YOU WERE 8]

[sesa]

When you were children...? How...does something like that even happen?

[Did you both get into the same stranger's van, what is this]

cw human trafficking

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[That's hilariously close.]

...human trafficking makes a lot of money. [wHY WOULD YOU OPEN WITH THAT] I convinced Enciodes to get on one of the first trains to Victoria when we were little, to visit my tutor. They apparently believed they could make good money kidnapping him.

[...]

I felt guilt for the first time. I think, anyway. When we were free, we rode burdenbeasts back home, and told his father we merely went out for a while. ...sometimes I wonder why he remained my friend after that.

["Everything is my fault" says a 36 year old man about something that happened when they were under ten, none of which was malicious and all of which had to do with being, y'know, children doing stupid shit and trusting that adults wouldn't hurt them.]

[sesa]

[Sesa seems to...chew on this information for a time, looking more than a little puzzled.]

But you were...a child? It certainly isn't the most well-adjusted thing you could have done, but...I would hardly judge you as harshly for it as I would a grown adult.

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"Well-adjusted"... yes, I suppose it was hard for a child whose parents neglected him to be well-adjusted.

[Gnosis just keeps dropping nuclear bombs on this gd conversation]

A smart child wouldn't take the trains alone with his friend and get lost in the Victorian streets, either, but there we were.

[sesa]

[s

sir

are you okay, sir-]

...oh.

[Sesa fidgets a little where he's standing before deciding to just...find somewhere nearby to sit, because he thinks he may want to just stay and talk to Gnosis for a bit. He's Concerned.]

I'm...terribly sorry to hear that, Gnosis. But I do stand by what I said. You shouldn't be too hard on yourself.