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[gawdamn.livejournal.com]

WALK OF SHAME MEME
The Morning After (After)

♂ Post with your character!
♀ Assume they [your character] have just stumble back from a wild night of debauchery.  [ Their hair is a mess, their clothes are either rumbled or someone else's  ]
♂ Reply to other such comments as either the embarrassed partner also stumbling home, an asshole friend come to tease, or a hapless passerby who feels compelled to tell you your pants are on backwards.
♀ Think of it as a mystery game! Where have they been all night? Who with? Why do they smell like shame and ten dollar wine?

Comments

[eighttotwelve.livejournal.com]

...I believe your boots are on the wrong feet.

[Just as a side note, as he fetches some tea for himself. The nice thing about his new organs, at least, is that hangovers DON'T EXIST.]

[gawdamn.livejournal.com]

No, my feet are on the wrong ankles thus in the wrong boots. Jackass.

[ Fuck tea. ]

Coffee in my futures?

[eighttotwelve.livejournal.com]

Well, you have that worked out.

Of course. Sugar, cream, none?

[gawdamn.livejournal.com]

I am a deep thinker of things.

Yes, black as your lovely fish pools you call eyes.

[eighttotwelve.livejournal.com]

Fish pools. Arashu, that is the most poetic thing I have ever heard.

[He brings over the mug to Zaeed to gently hand it over.] Anything else I can get you?

[gawdamn.livejournal.com]

I'll take some sense, if you got any of that.

[eighttotwelve.livejournal.com]

I would hand it over to you delicately on a plate if it were possible, my friend. Until then, rest well.

[gawdamn.livejournal.com]

Who gave you the right to be such a fucking morning person, anyway?

[ All of his insides want to be his outsides. Trying so hard not to face plant into his coffee right now. ]

[eighttotwelve.livejournal.com]

[He rubs the back of his neck.]

...I have a very good digestive system.