text, un: gautier, cw: some references to alcohol use and sexual content

[laidtocrest]

[Specifics tbd, but there's a drunk Midnight involved and he doesn't have a shirt and might've lost his pants. he's fucking naked.

But for now.]

a guy lost his clothes to the washer. anybody saw a pink shirt?

[Attached is a picture of Midnight. I have no fanart, so you must imagine this guy: no shirt, Jojo-posing, wearing a pink feathery thing, drunk, fly open.]

and here's the guy who lost his stuff

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[laidtocrest]

Don't worry, I've had plenty of people try to kill me before. I'm kinda used to this sort of thing.

[Even if the power nerfs and lack of weapons makes things difficult, but you know what? They can improvise.

...anyway that's a joke don't ready too much into it.]

[unrequite]

[ You're asking a drunk man who genuinely loves everyone around him way too much to not read too much into things? Oh god. I'm sorry.

Anyway, Midnight kind of looks like he is watching the aftermath of a kicked puppy situation and the puppykicker in question doesn't even say sorry. ]

Well, just because it happens often doesn't make it right.

[ ... This would be so much more heartfelt if he wasn't currently drunk and wearing an outfit that makes him look like a tree the Lorax would only speak for out of the kindness of his heart. ]

[laidtocrest]

[What the shit? People care about his well being? Seems fake, but okay. He laughs, and it's just a bit fake but thankfully Midnight is drunk so surely he won't read too much into that practiced laugh.]

Sorry, just a bad joke.

[unrequite]

[ Usually, Midnight can pinpoint a fake laugh from across the room! Fortunately for Sylvain, he is too drunk and forgiving to give it more than an odd, passing look. ]

Well, we'd best get you some better jokes, then. Knock knock.

[laidtocrest]

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Who's there...? [Unsure.]

[unrequite]

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Let me start again. I forgot. Lost my train of thought.

[ Without waiting for permission: ]

Knock knock.

[laidtocrest]

I can't do this, I refuse to do this again. I'll go find a sense of humor somewhere else, and once I do, I'll tell better jokes. 'kay?

[unrequite]

You are so lovely. Of course. I'm so proud of you.

[ Midnight pats his cheeks. Why! Is! He! So! Touchy!!!!!! ]

[laidtocrest]

[He takes a step back because why!!!!!!! So touchy!]

Don't say things you'll regret the next day. Come on, that's the first rule of being drunk. If you're gonna make mistakes, make fun ones.

[unrequite]

[ ??? ]

I haven't said anything I'd regret, though... Remind me tomorrow if you don't believe me.