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

Comments

[unrequite]

why isn't yours? it's freedom, my friend. revel in it!!!!!!

[laidtocrest]

so what does your username mean anyway? i've been wondering.

[Why did he type that he and Midnight are in the same room.]

[unrequite]

a fine question from a fine young man who does not engage in slander or livbbel. everyone else please takenotes.

it all began millennia ago, before the first aegir walksed the land, bfore the sarkaz where teekaz and the teekaz were none at all...

[ You know what, I'm not writing all that shit. This is unfortunately a text based medium, so while it takes a while for the comment to pop up, it's certainly a tale. A very drunk, very complicated tale. A legend of seven kings, warring over rule of Terra. There are gods! Dragons! Angels and dmeons! [sic] There are at least two maidens, four of which fall in love and run away from each other. (Or with each other. Surely, he meant "with each other".)

It's tragic. It's convoluted. There are plot holes large enough to drive a landship through. It's also all a lie, so it doesn't matter that I can't be assed to actually write it.

But it ends, eventually. Midnight is shedding a tear IRL as he sends it. He's so invested in his bullshit. It's incredible. ]

... and so the seventh king took up the last crown, free from his chains —or perhaps burdned with the weight of six more — and established rule over the first nation: Kazdel. the end. (or is it?_

[laidtocrest]

[He reads all of this in horrified fascination because it's absolutely bullshit, but it raises so many questions. From time to time he glances up at Midnight, a question on his lips, a question completely and totally smothered.

Aegir?

Why the fuck is Ferdinand's people involve- you know what, he's just going to stow away the religious and/or philosophical questions for later. The von Aegirs walked the land and there's angels and dmeons. This is going to be brought up again and again and again when Midnight least expects it.]

that's such a good story. thank you.

[unrequite]

any time. :)

[ Another good deed from Midnight (of Rhodes Island's Civilian Reserve Ops Team A6). Please, hold your applause. ]

[zangetsu]

because i'm not a weirdo!!

（ oh no, he's pokévolving into the shitty showboating version of himself that uses multiple exclamation points. this must be hell. ）

[unrequite]

i feel as though the scope f your creativity is very limited and and that makes mbe very sad
:(

[ The sad part is that Midnight is actually drunk enough to feel very sad about this. ]

[zangetsu]

can it also make you type properly?

（ asking for a friend, the friend is him!! ）

[unrequite]

i don't think so, no
it's less about the fact that i'm drunk andmore about proximity

oh you meant my creatvith
still no i'm still very drunk

[zangetsu]

NOTHING ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING IS CREATIVE.

put your phone down and drink a glass of water. or ten.

helps with the hangover.

[unrequite]

I do hompe you know that is an opinion. Bles syou

Sylvain brought me water. fine lad. hav eyou ever met him? you should, he really is a lovely fellow

[zangetsu]

ask him to put you to bed next.

[laidtocrest]

please stop asking him to ask me things.

[zangetsu]

you volunteered yourself. are you gonna see it through or not?

[laidtocrest]

yeah but there's a difference between seeing it through and having some guy ask me to put him to bed. it would feel weird if he just said 'hey put me to bed'

and he says no, so

[zangetsu]

it's only weird if you make it weird, man.

knock him over the head with a lamp first if it bugs you that much.

（ is this not how normal people solve problems??? ）

[laidtocrest]

wow that sounds like something one of my friends would tell me. you don't wave around a sword and get into fights all the time do you?

1/?

[zangetsu]

[zangetsu]

（ is it.

is it that obvious. ）

[zangetsu]

（ is he talking to a witch. is that it. is this witchcraft. ）

[zangetsu]

（ no, it is the children fire emblems who are wrong. ）

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[unrequite]

I wouldn't ask you to put me to bed. You wouldn't tuck me in. I can tell. I'd feel very bad for asking.

[laidtocrest]

I'll find you a bed, but yeah...I wouldn't tuck you in. Sorry. But look, we can go out drinking some other time and make up for it.

[What is this conversation.]

[unrequite]

Good lad.

[ Midnight grins and ruffles his hair. I don't know. He's very fond of Sylvain already. He's stupid. He's so stupid. ]

[laidtocrest]

[Why does everyone seem to think he's a good kid he's not a good kid, he's merely behaving because he doesn't have the luxury of acting out and losing his shit.]

Uh.

[This is so weird. Taking a polite step to the side and...]

Thanks? You don't do this when you're sober, do you?