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[thxforthememories]

[It's probably around midnight or so when the post pops up. Or close enough to it that the effects of the red energon have finally worn off. He can touch things now. He's no longer a ghost.]

[And... still considerably unsettled and upset by recent events. Enough to make the following statement:]

I ... I want to learn how to be drunk.

[Because that seems like a great idea. It always worked for his role models around here, after all.]

Someone. Show me how. I'll be grateful.

[And that's all he says. He'll be at the bar, an unhappy pile of metal and wings. Waiting.]

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[littlecrowgirl]

[She can accept that. Her face falls, walking back over to her figurative father figure and placing a hand against his chestplate, soon leaning her whole body. He needed someone right now more than ever, so she had to.

She loved him, after all.]

I'm here, okay? Even if you get horribly drunk, I'm here.

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[thxforthememories]

[He draws an arm back over, curling it around where she's leaning. His head bows over her.]

[He won't do that. Won't get "horribly drunk" with her here. He could never do that while he has her to look after.]

Thank you, Kay.