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Meth: -sits alone in the forest, waiting for something interesting. As usual, is carrying a bottle of whiskey, though it's only about a third drank-
Etah: *Walking through the woods to vent, his wings tucked against his back. Eyes dimly glowing a dark orange*
Meth: -ears perk as he hears someone approaching, but they instantly pin back when he realizes it's Etah. Looks away and takes a big swig from the bottle-
Etah: *Stops when he sees Meth, recognition not registering at first. Sneers at the other male*
Meth: -grunts, sort of glaring at Etah through the corner of his eye-
Etah: .... *Glow in his eyes brightens with anger as it finally clicks. Lets out a bug like hiss before striding over to Meth*
Meth: -looks up at Etah, taking another swig- Hello there.
Etah: *Doesn't say anything, instead he lashes out with his fist*
Meth: -blinks as he's hit in the face- What was that for?!
Etah: That is for not being able to keep your hands to yourself you stinking drunk.
Meth: Stinking drunk? I may be a drunk but I can certainly keep my hands to myself.
Etah: Then would you care to explain how those bruises found there way onto Harold's face?!
Meth: Psh. He ran into something.
Etah: *Bares his teeth, and lashes out again*
Meth: -this time ducks, barely in time, though it wasn't intentional, he just almost lost his balance- You're so violent. I can't see why Harold likes you so much.
Etah: Could it be because I don't reek of booze?
Meth: -points at him- Shut up.
Etah: Or what? *Sneers* You'll hit me? Go right. Unlike Harold, I have no problem with fighting back.
Meth: -takes a swing at Etah-
Etah: *Doesn't bother to dodge, instead he rears back and dives at Meth to tackle him*
Meth: -falls back as he's tackled, dropping his bottle and spilling it. Starts to kick and claw at him-
Etah: *Hisses and grunts* You fight like a woman. If you're going to try and scratch me, make sure you've got nails first! *Shifts to try and sink his claws into Meth's side*
Meth: -lets out a yelp as his side is dug into. Starts to pound at Etah with his fists, as hard as he can- You're an i-idiot.
Etah: *Rolls away from Meth and the pounding, dragging his claws across Meth's stomach as he goes*
Meth: -hisses in pain and climbs up, a hand on his side, trying to take a swing at Etah- W-why would you defend him?
Etah: *Once again rolls away, climbing to his feet once he's far enough away from Meth* Because he is mine
Meth: -snorts- He isn't yours..
Etah: Yes, he is! *Starts to move in for a punch, but then switches and tries to kick at the back of Meth's knees instead*
Meth: He isn't... -falls over, but attempts to tackle Etah's legs-
Etah: *Growls as he tries to catch his balance but falls anways* Why should I take the word of a drunk?!
Meth: -sits on him, his tail flicking-
Etah: *Sneers* Get off or I'll kill you.
Meth: -doesn't move- You should trust me, kid. I know him, that a*****e will tell you that he loves you and all of these sweet things...and then, then he'll crush you.
Etah: *Growls, opens his mouth and points it at Meth as it begins to glow.*
Meth: What the hell is wrong with you?
Etah: *Uses a rather dulled down version of hyper beam since he doesn't want to kill Meth, just want to get Meth off him*
Meth: -raises an eyebrow, pretty sure it's just some alcohol induced hallucination until it knocks him off of Etah. Clamors up, his side bleeding- He...he... doesn't love you...
Etah: *Pushes to his feet* Says the upset drunk that can't get over that he was dumped.
Meth: -shakes his head- I'm over him... -smirks a bit- I feel sorry for you, that's all.
Etah: I don't need sympathy from the likes of you.
Meth: -picks up his bottle, staring at the emptiness- Hasn't he told you, he's hopelessly, madly in love with someone else, and you're just one more shmuck that's just another bump along the road, he'll just dump you and move on until he can be with the person he wants.
Meth: -is more or less ranting to himself- And, Jesus Christ, it's always, always that one guy who you'd never expect him to love. He's always been such a peachy clean kid, and then, when he thinks he can trust you, he'll lay this piece of s**t crush he has on you and he'll destroy you, after you'd willingly do anything for him, he'll just leave you in the dust...
Etah: *Sneers in disgust* Go rant elsewhere.
Meth: -looks at him and scoffs- You should be listening! Don't be so ignorant. He'll end up dumping you just like me, for the same guy. Don't you want to know who that is? So you can go beat HIM up?
Etah: *Just stares at Meth* You're a drunk, why should I care about anything that comes out of your useless mouth?
Meth: Because I've got experience. -points to himself, leaving a bloody finger print on his chest-
Etah: I'll bet you do. *Rolls his eyes and starts walking off*
Meth: -growls and decides to spit it out anyways, for all the world to hear- It's his cousin! He's gonna leave you for his cousin. -scoffs-
Etah: *Pauses and looks back at Meth* What?
Meth: -grumbles- You heard me...
Etah: You shouldn't speak such things, someone might decide to rip out your tongue.
Meth: -slumps- It's true, though...someone ought to say it if it's true.
Etah: *Hisses* You lie.
Meth: People don't lie when they're drunk... -looks up at Etah- You can't tell? The way he looks at him...they're much closer than cousins...they're closer than brothers!
Etah: People lie all the time when they're drunk.
Meth: It's true...I swear.
Etah: Where is your proof then?
Meth: ...Just ask him...his actions should be proof enough.
Etah: *Bares his teeth* ... *Stomps off*
Meth: -watches as Etah leaves before limping home-
