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[daddydrunkard]

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[ragnalol]

Gee, it really looks like you need this forced-leave thing.

[daddydrunkard]

You don't say?

[ragnalol]

I'm saying it now!

[daddydrunkard]

Good for you. It's just a dream. I have no need of 'forced-leaves'.

[itscabbagetime]

[He doesn't really know what to say. He'd offer some words of comfort, but would he want them? Instead, he just gave him his old goofy smile and rubbed the back of his neck in contemplation.]

Are you okay..?

[daddydrunkard]

[ He sighs, the irritable little sound, and he really wouldn't mind sinking into the couch right about then. It's a brilliant thing, having one's dreams broadcast for the world to see. ]

I'm fine.

[itscabbagetime]

[He gives a nod in reply, and changes the conversation. Dreams... could be sticky subjects.]

I, uh. I figured we could find you somewhere to live later on? I'm pretty sure there are some places available next to me, but it's up to you where you want to stay...

[daddydrunkard]

[ He nods, somewhat grateful for the change in topic. Manly men do not discuss dreams. ]

We can look into it later. For now, something to drink sounds good.