Another bottle of diet poison~

[near_your_enemy]

It's been awhile since Mihael has left.  N remains, for the most part, curled up on his bed--awake, but thinking.  There's been a lot to think about recently, especially concerning this illness.  Mihael was only adding to the troubles.  And on top of that, he couldn't look to his bedposts anymore without seeing the rosary beads that weren't there

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[near_your_enemy]

It takes him another few minutes to actually find the bar, sulking because this whole thing was so fucking uneccisary, but Mihael had to take care of his clothing, because N was sure as hell not going to clean up after him.

And when he goes in, his nose immediately wrinkles at the scent of it, shaking his head and scanning over the few people there. It wasn't hard to find Mihael--he was wearing N's pyjamas, after all--stalking angrily over to him and prodding him harshly on the shoulder to get his attention.

"You. Come on. You're drunk enough."

[near_your_enemy]

He glowers at the response, before shaking his head and tugging on Mihael's arm.

"Yes. You are. I am not going to carry you back when you collapse. Come on."