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7/10/2016 4:38:15 AM
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"Let's hope the bastard is dead, eh? Wait, let us toast to that guy's passing!"
[i]He said, raising his bottle a little. [/i]
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"[b][i]Well, he is one of my kind and literally one of the most powerful psykers within the galaxy. So while I dream of killing him, it would be wise not to.[/i][/b]" He drinks some more wine, alot more.
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Edited by UNUSED ACCOUNT: 7/10/2016 11:08:42 AM[i]He shrugs, eliciting a soft groan from him because his arms would move which equals pain from broken bones and other shitty things, though he shrugs it off by chugging his bottle until it was like three quarters empty. [/i]
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Ciarns bottled was glued to his lips, him drinking the bottle rather easily. The wine literally flowing into his mouth at this point. He was basically chugging that shit yo
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[i]Lucky Luke shrugs again, and places the bottle against his lips once more, letting the booze flow freely into his mouth. And then he started chugging that shit like there was no tomorrow. [/i]
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Ciarn took this as a challenge and started chugging as fast as he could. He peeled the bottle off his lips to cough a lot. The drunken warlock cursed a lot in Eldar.
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[i]By the time the Eldar Warlock was coughing and swearing, Lucas had grabbed a second bottle and already popped it open, now chugging it again, taking real big gulps of the wine. He'd definitely pass out or some shit soon. [/i]
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After Ciarns repeated cursing he finished off the bottle to grab another. using [b]SPESS MAGHICK[/b] he popped off the cork. "[b][i]I seriously..need a better pastime.[/i][/b]" He took a swig
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[i]Lucas took the bottle away his lips to breath, and to tell Ciarn, [/i] "Aye, aye.. I do too.." [i]He swiftly returns to his booze, taking a swig. [/i]
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Ciarns ear twitched and he started to scratch it. "[b][i]Sensitive ears..it sucks.[/i][/b]" He muttered as he continued drinking and scratching.
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[i]He stopped drinking to say, [/i] "Sensitive ears, huh? Like.. a cat's? Or a dog's?" [i]Before returning to chugging his bottle of Wine Eldar Spiced. [/i]
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"[b][i]Uh..what are those? Anyways our ears are somewhat like yours, except the obvious points and sensitivity. It is what you would call..ticklish. That is such a childish word.[/i][/b]" He drank some more wine. "[b][i]I can only assume yours are not so sensitive.[/i][/b]"
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"You don't know what cats or dogs are? Ahem, anyway, our ears are pretty damn lame if I'm being honest.. Most of the times I don't even notice them being there because they're so insensitive.. Humans don't have many.. ticklish places." [i]He calmly sips his wine. [/i] "Human anatomy is kinda boring."
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"[b][i]Eldar anatomy isn't so great either. But atleast you aren't that persistent about my body, beings always asking about my ears.[/i][/b]" He drank a lot more wine, before closing his eyes. "[b][i]Seriously..I need something new to do.[/i][/b]"
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"Your ears aren't that interesting though.. I mean, sure, they're pointy, so what? Everyone has 'em, in different shapes and sizes.." [i]He shrugs, sipping his wine some more. [/i]
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"[b][i]Everyone's always like..Ooh can I touch them? and when I say no they still do anyways. It's more annoying than one realizes.[/i][/b]"
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"I realize how annoying it is.. I used to have the same problem with my mech and suit.. 'Ooh, can I drive it? Ooh, can I try it on?' and then I say no and then they ficking fücking do it anyway. Luckily Daunt tends to throw them out."
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"[b][i]I'm..not going to ask who or what daunt is. Wow I'm sleepy..But it's rather annoying when people touch my ears due to how annoying and ticklish it is. Though I cannot imagine what it's like with this mech of yours.[/i][/b]" He sleepily said, slowly bringing the bottle of wine onto his lips once more and pouring the spicy liquid into his throat, it running down gently.
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"Mech is armed with some dangerous ass weapons.. Shoots heated balls of plasma and bullets.. Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.. Plus, she's pricey.. And Daunt is my AI friend." [i]He also returned the bottle to his lips, drinking the rest of the minty wine with a grin. [/i] "You are way cooler than Ling makes you look, y'know? I like you. You're a friend. Good friend."
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"[b][i]Well Ling still probably wants to..kill me. But I don't know, it seems like he changed though. More of a closeted person.[/i][/b]" Ciarn was nearly about to fall asleep, the bottle wrapped around his hands and lips.
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"I've noticed that too.. Like something's wrong with the guy, don't you think? Maybe something with his sister, I dunno though."
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"[b][i]Perhaps since he uh..you know..got with her, he's been more overprotective or something.[/i][/b]" He yawned once more.
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"Bro, go to sleep, man.." [i]He said, yawning too because yawning is contagious. [/i] "I'll just drag this alcohol inside and stuff it in my cockpit.."
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Ciarn was asleep, slightly snoring cause his life wasn't already shitty enough. Seriously, snoring sucks.
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That it does. [i]Lucas places the empty bottles in the box before closing said box. He then pushes the box inside before returning to Ciarn, and dragging him inside and placing him down on a couch or something - which was very hard because broken arm and leg. [/i]
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Ciarn groaned a bit as he was dragged onto a couch or some shit. Still being a snoring lil fuk. For some reason in his sleep mode he had a death grip on his wine. bitch ain't gonna take his wine.
