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12-25-2015, 02:30 AM
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Gull!
underneath it all, we're just savages You’ve never been drunk, but this comes a heck of a lot close. It is unclear why the peace-magic in this place seems to have had…shall we say, adverse effects on you, but whatever’s in the air here, it’s great. Tottering through the crowd, you shoot beatific smiles at anyone who will look your way. “’llo there,” you slur at a unicorn at the edge of the gathering, giving him a tipsy salute before stumbling into the press of bodies. “How you doin’?” you suavely direct at a pretty mare with a drunken wink. Oh, and best of all: “Yum-my,” you mutter to yourself as you pass a candy-striped stallion. He smells good enough to eat, and your muzzle comes dangerously close to that sugary-scrumptious coat before you are borne away by the crowd again. Too bad. Vaguely, you wonder why all of you have gathered here, but you soon brush the thought aside. “Why are any of us here?” you muse to no one in particular, before guffawing at your own philosophical leanings. “Am I right?” you ask the nearest creature (which this time, happens to be a tree stump). Met with silence, you shrug, brush the gnarled roots good-naturedly, then weave along again. It seems that nothing can upset you here. AND THEN. “Whoa,” you breathe, craning your neck to look over the taller gentleman in front of you. “Why dincha guys tell me that there was a turtle here?” you practically squeal, trying to shove your way to the front for a better look. You beam at the old guy and his tree and his fairy lights, dancing in place a little—because why not? Right here and right now, anything is possible. Gods, this stuff is good. "talk talk talk" |
OOC: Drunk-o Gull is drunk.
Please do not tag Gull except for in opening posts or spars!
