[IC] 003: Humour him?

[misterunionjack]

Tally-ho! I have found you, knave. Full speed ahead, Sheryl! Ha ha ha ha ha...

[A steady clopping noise follows. Watch a unicorn with a particularly sloshed Brit on its back come around the bend, the Brit smiling silly-ly. He raises a hand and points.] There you is!

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fff oh drunk england i love you.

[alfredherojones]

[Alfred had heard from around town that a crazy man was moving around acting like he was on top of a horse...or maybe a unicorn, and was now in a rush to try and find the surely drunk Arthur Kirkland before there were any problems. Who else would be talking about unicorns in a drunken slur but his flatmate? He finds him wobbling along the main street and dashes up, huffing]

Jeez, Art, still can't hold your liquor?

also lol italics fail. ;;;

[alfredherojones]

:)

[misterunionjack]

[Arthur snorts.] You... You're bread, mate. What's the Gingerbread man doing, telling me, me what to do? [He raises his chin.] I ain't gotta listen t' bread.

[alfredherojones]

Bread, wha--oh God. [His hand finds his forehead and he has to bite his lip to keep from laughing--it was always funny to see the great and powerful Arthur Kirkland stumbling around and talking about people being bread.]

It's me, genius. Alfred. Hello? Jesus Christ, how much did you have to drink this time?