Oh, goddammit.

[thornofcamorr]

Locke is currently sitting in the kitchen drinking a bottle of wine and shivering rather rapidly. He doesn't look nearly as pleased with himself as someone who just successfully filched said bottle from someone's room should, especially since said person was still there. He's trying to remember if there's any sort of thing one is supposed to do

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[cursed_bent]

Valen wanders into the kitchen, perhaps after some wine himself, and smiles when he first notices Locke. "Hello, L--" He pauses and the smile fades as he notices the state his friend is in. "Locke? Are you alright?"

[thornofcamorr]

Locke looks up and gives him a lopsided and rather mad grin. "H'lo, Valen. Other than the fact that I'm totally fucked, yeah, I'm great." That's almost sincere, too.

[cursed_bent]

"Why are you 'totally fucked?' Did something happen?" Between the drunkenness and the mad grin, he's fairly certain that whatever it is, isn't good.

[thornofcamorr]

"Not yet. Just waiting for it to roll around, though. Fucking Bondsmagi. Stupid to think I'd get away from them." He laughs a bit. "Fucking hell...gods, being twelve and stupid once was enough, reliving it's just nasty..."

He gives Valen a slightly more serious look. "You know, you probably shouldn't be here. I'm a dead man and you will be too."