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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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[predatored]

[He actually watched him passed out and was in no real rush to help him. That may be cruel to some but he'd rather deal with him when he's not awake when he was this intoxicated, although that in itself had it's own dangers. Wrinkling his nose, he had found a stick to nudge him with as he wanted to maintain his distance for a reason he is about to voice;]

...Casimiro? You won't be vomiting anytime soon, will you?

[Lips pressed into a thin line.]

[bethebetterman]

[There's no verbal reply, but he does lift a hand to bat away the stick, turning over on his other side and grumbling. He recognizes the voice, and he's just conscious enough to be irritated that Finas of all people was poking him with a stick. Way to be impersonal, boyfriendo.]

[predatored]

[Sorry, he's just cautious when someone is this drunk. He just finds it very disgusting and would rather you not do it on his shoes. Sighing he gently took his arm.]

Want me to carry you?

[Not really waiting for much of a response as he starts to get him to his feet. Whether the man wanted to lean or desired to be carried, he'll just start in the direction of his home. No need for them both to get fried to a crisp, mm?]

[bethebetterman]

[He sort of... half-tries to get up when Finas takes his arm, and ends up using the other for support in a two-armed drape. Eyes closed, his world still spinning.]

Don' wanna go home...

[Muttered against Finas' shoulder.]