07-23-2017, 08:39 PM
When Andrés sighs, it is a full-body exercise. Said sigh, the longest of long-suffering exhalations, rustles his hair and reaches his feet. He does not come close to falling off the table, but he's been drunk enough to trip over objects bigger than he is before. Don't put it past him.
"I wasn't going to murder him," he says, pointing at Margot with his flask-holding hand. "I was just going to bury him in the backyard a little. Let's take murdering off the table for a second and get back to the part where--" He frowns and looks back over at Will. "Does your parole office know you're here?"
He means Henry.
"I wasn't going to murder him," he says, pointing at Margot with his flask-holding hand. "I was just going to bury him in the backyard a little. Let's take murdering off the table for a second and get back to the part where--" He frowns and looks back over at Will. "Does your parole office know you're here?"
He means Henry.
Look. I have school. And RP. And all my other time is taken up by sheer, unreasoning panic. I don't have time for Reddit.
-- ixphaelaeon
-- ixphaelaeon