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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[unrequite]

[ ... So. On one hand. Midnight literally made a living charming women. (And men. And... okay, a lot of people gave him money to be listened to. He used to be filthy fucking rich and that is why.) He is more than capable of giving this lecture. Several times over.

On the other hand. He's so drunk, guys. And open minded. He loves to learn. He always assume every new person he meets has something different and wonderful to teach him. (See again: Big ol' slut for listening.)

So all he does is find a nearby washing machine, plonk his ass down, and continue to sip at his water. Sweet, sweet water. Zoned out. Zoned in. Like, not focused, because the alcohol he has imbibed has temporarily deleted that capability from his DNA, but he's present. Ish.

Go on, Gregor. Please. Midnight is enthralled. He has completely bought in. Whisk him away. ]

[blattella]

[Anyway. Ah. Actually having to think of himself as having any sort of game is wild, and he instantly turns red, right to the tips of his ears. His mouth opens and closes uselessly for a good few seconds, until he grunts dismissively and starts patting himself down for a cigarette. Sorry bread, you are discarded onto a washing machine, right beside Midnight because bro please eat.

And for Sylvain's trouble, he receives a glower.]

I mean, it just seems like common sense, that part. Experience doesn't even come into it. There's, uh...Nothing more to it.

'Least not what I can provide.

[laidtocrest]

Well, I guess we're not getting anything else out of our professor over here and need to figure things out for ourselves, huh, Midnight?

[It should be noted how this is said, with a tone of absolute faked sincerity, earnestness and a little bit of disappointment tinging Sylvain's voice, though if Gregor looks at him he raises his eyebrows in a faked 'who me' moment. And grins. It's a shit-eating grin. Yeah, he knows what he's doing. Yes, he's taking advantage of a drunk guy.

But it's for a good cause.]

[unrequite]

[ Midnight is too drunk to figure out what the good cause is! I can't figure it out either, but I'm not drunk, I'm just stupid.

But Midnight sighs, his disappointment absolutely genuine. ]

Well, from a dearth of resources comes Mother invention... Something. [ He hiccups. ] I think I'll just keep doing what I want. Works, usually.

[ Why hasn't Sylvain knocked him out with a lamp yet? It's a real question, here.

Of note: Midnight is still happily sipping at his water, but the bread hasn't been touched. It's still in its packaging and all. ]