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[bethebetterman]

[Later in the evening, Casimiro is wandering around town "behaving". Yes, after running amok a few nights ago, he's now attempting to keep a low profile. Long story short, he decided to take his evening meal tonight from a few drones he met at the bar. All of whom he gave copious amounts of alcohol to. So, yes. Casimiro is now stumbling around

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[chaoschildofgod]

[Be glad he's often out when he shouldn't be? chaos will find you, probably on his way back, but still well before sunrise.]

Hey... Sleeping there is probably not the wisest idea, you know?

[bethebetterman]

[Grumpy Cas is incredibly grumpy at being roused, and just mutters irritably while turning over on his other side.]

[chaoschildofgod]

You'll wake up hurting tomorrow if you don't go home and get under a warm blanket you know? It's snowing now.

[bethebetterman]

[He's just a touch more sober now, but that doesn't mean he's thinking clearly. So that takes a minute to process, and he opens his eyes.]

Eugh... I hate snow.

B!

[evers_hacker]

[Is draped on and is now doing a pretty good impression of a statue. Even when she see's who it is, she doesn't relax much.]... C-Casimiro?

[bethebetterman]

[That's cool, relaxing around Casimiro would be a bad idea anyway. He's just going to be leaning in and smelling her hair, a totally normal thing to do.]

Y'know, even though your blood smells weird, y' smell pretty good. How do you even... how does that work.

[evers_hacker]

[What. Just what.]

... Are you, uh, feeling okay?

[bethebetterman]

Feelin' great. How're you feelin'?

[perfektsymmetry]

[This kid speaks near-prefect Italian! As a matter of fact, he learned it from someone who taught him the all the colorful words you're giving to his mailbox. Wh-what is going on. As a matter of fact, he'll even respond to you in Italian:]

Ah, sir... is there a problem?

[bethebetterman]

[Well now that they're in Italian mode, he'll just stick to that. For simplicity's sake.]

S'thing fuckin'... ran into me.

[perfektsymmetry]

[Oh goodness. He's very drunk, isn't he.]

Ah, right. They do they sometimes, eh?

Do you, uh, need help?

[bethebetterman]

[Quite so. He teeters a little.]

Help with what? You tryin' to say somethin' to me?

[wise_king]

[woulda picked B but Merem is too small to drape on. Instead you get A. Thankfully, Merem can speak Italian back. Which he is.]

You seem to be having fun.

[bethebetterman]

[Aw, he'll drape on him in spirit. For now, he turns from the street sign he's verbally assaulting to stare at whoever addressed him.]

Oh I know you. Hehehe... hey kiddo.

[wise_king]

Hello Casmiro. Are you coming back from a celebration?

[bethebetterman]

What... no. Who's celebratin'?

[Teeters a bit.]

B

[wimpyvampire]

*SSGSAJDGSAGS YOU ARE TOUCHING ME. WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING ME?!

Conrad stiffens and tries to push the fellow vampire OFF HIM*

Would you kindly get off of me?!

[bethebetterman]

[NOPE this is happening, accept it. This is a hardcore drape, too, he's using both arms. Kind of more for support than anything, though. Stop pushing.]

Heheheh... nah.

[wimpyvampire]

*PUSH PUSH SHOVE UUUGH YOU SMELL LIKE BEER Where is Finas? He should be with his drunken girlfriend! :|

And he will try to peel away from you now.*

Uh yes. You smell disgusting.

[bethebetterman]

[He's like a chinese finger trap, Connie. The more you pull away, the tighter he'll cling. Succumb to your fate.]

An' you smell like hair product an' failure, but I'm not judgin' you over here. Well I am, but for different reasons. Heheh...