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So, I'd like to get drunk, but that's off limits these days. I will probably stop talking to people on the communicators until I feel like being nice and diplomatic again.

And possibly bake cookies. Willa deserves some goddamn cookies.

Want to keep me company? [Someone ought to. Maggie might keep calling people until someone comes over. And since she'd been meaning to spend more time with Zerxus, two birds and one stone.]

...Depending on why you shouldn't get drunk, I might be able to help. [ There's so, so much sympathy in his voice. ]

But - regardless, yes. [ Also, awkward about it! ]

Hits me harder than it used to.

Werewolves have to be really careful about substance use, and enough to feel it might also be enough to erode my control. Iris turned me a month and a half ago. She drinks like a fish, but she's a special case. And even she had to build her tolerance back up.

Come on over.

[ He's already moving, judging by the gentle creak of wood and leather, but as he does - ]

If you ever wanted to risk an exception, with a guarantee that you could stop being drunk very quickly, you can always call me.

[That startles a laugh out of her.] Good to know. I might take you up on it sometime.

I have this sneaking suspicion that the Barge will give us plenty of reasons for it.

[ Yeah, he's just talking as he goes. It's not a long way to her door. ]

"Unfortunately true. No shortage of those here."

Maggie and Fetch will both be on hand to greet him when he knocks.

Edited 2024-01-04 05:12 (UTC)

The knock comes barely a minute later, as he slides his device into a trouser pocket. He looks horribly tired, but he does muster a rare smile as he holds a hand out for Fetch to sniff.

"I don't know why I thought this place would be less stressful."

"Alas, interdimensional afterlife space prison isn't always a good time. Usually I find it less stressful than the last few months at home, but then it makes up for the breaks by clobbering us."

But she's observant enough to ask, "Speaking of, what's your preferred form of stress relief? I have alcohol, tea, cookie dough, a garden, and a dog to pet. Or a wolf to pet, but I can't bake cookies with paws so that's a later-offer, not a now-offer."

"I think I can make due with a dog," he says, as he kneels down to scratch said dog's ears properly. "And I can - roll dough, probably? It's been a while. I don't want to mess up Willa's cookies."

He sounds as weary as he looks, but his voice shines with affectionate pride.

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