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Directly follows drown in some poison.
CW: the link a few paragraphs down goes to a still photo of Trent Reznor in the music video for NIN’s “Closer,” shirtless, blindfolded, and tied up. It is a very NSFW image, please open with caution!
CW: the link a few paragraphs down goes to a still photo of Trent Reznor in the music video for NIN’s “Closer,” shirtless, blindfolded, and tied up. It is a very NSFW image, please open with caution!
Maybe two hours out from his encounter with the convenience store clerk, Heibing could safely say that Earthling liquor was about the stupidest thing he’d ever encountered. Part of him felt tempted to power up, return to his Chaos-infested Hell-pit of a world and more specifically to the memorial he’d erected for his friends (and Taran) after concluding that it had been long enough that Ryla, Imnolu, and Seiche (and Taran) had likely died. Even if it didn’t matter to Taran—even though he was a thousand years dead and couldn’t hear it—Heibing owed Imnolu’s man an apology for assuming that nobody could have been stupider than him.
Honestly, he’d owed Taran that apology back when Tyndareus had gotten himself killed.
(Bernard, Heibing reminded himself, perching on one of the brick walls surrounding one of this city’s many innumerable parks, carefully balancing his large plastic bottle so he could drink deep of its bubbly orange contents, glaring off into a dark alley as though it could answer why he wasn’t drunk yet. Had to be Bernard. The real Tyndareus. Not whatever pathetic excuse of a senshi the Negaverse has fashioned out of this new one. That ******** idiot, what promises did they make to get him onside? Why would he go along with something so obviously stupid as the Negaverse? Which of the Royals in this ******** city will play ball with holding him down and forcing some of those “good life-choices” Liánlí’s always on about into his ******** starseed?
The dark alley didn’t have any answers for him, but at least it didn’t have any youma running out and necessitating that Heibing power up.)
Dimly, Heibing thought he might have wandered into the vicinity of the university. But it didn’t really matter. If he got himself lost, he’d……well, he’d do something. Given his luck, he’d probably walk face-first into Huanxi-or-Helene’s muscular chest while he and Liánlí-or-Kaifeng were out and about, doing gods only knew what, and have to admit to someone that he had, earlier this evening, jumped out his bedroom window and scampered off on his own without telling anyone, on the heels of four weeks where he’d barely spoken to anyone or left his room at all. Normal, totally healthy person behavior.
Ambling down the brick-paved path through this particular park, Heibing noticed some of the civilians staring at him. Couldn’t be the human glamour, since he did have that turned on. The long coat might have done it, but ******** him, Heibing felt cold basically everywhere anymore. He’d expected that to improve with Northern Hemisphere Human Winter ending, but it had yet to do so. Maybe it wasn’t normal to have patterns of shirtless, blindfolded men with his hands bound above his head woven into one’s “ugly Christmas sweaters”?
He paused so he could take another long drink of orange from his bottle. While its weight had dwindled considerably as he’d drunk from it, the size of the thing meant it remained cumbersome and difficult. When he finished, Heibing glared at the label with its swooshy blue letters and art that allegedly depicted a bright orange sun. Inside the bottle, his drink fizzed at him, placid and complacent as one of the garlic cloves Liánlí grew in the backyard ******** this night and this stupid ******** planet.
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