( he laughs a little, too. the drink can get chugged now, he guesses. slowly but surely, he's getting better at drinking whiskey without the burn in his throat making him cough, step one of a long journey to having any sort of tolerance at all. his tail wags, and on the surface, things couldn't look more different from their last time at the cage, only a few weeks ago.
but on the inside— though spades is a feather-light touch, practically invisible but for how the space where it intersects with his brand stays cleared even in its absence, kirma's thoughts are still firmly planted in visions of dark times past. how long before more of them play out on this particular stage, he wonders. maybe it doesn't actually bear thinking about; it'll happen, or it won't. tonight feels like the second option. tomorrow morning? )
You think it's the drinks?
( it's a little the drinks. he likes to imagine it's more the company. spicy mayo is his favorite, isn't it? esi's saving grace here is that he'd need at least three more drinks to try fucking him in public again, without any suit pressure. )
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but on the inside— though spades is a feather-light touch, practically invisible but for how the space where it intersects with his brand stays cleared even in its absence, kirma's thoughts are still firmly planted in visions of dark times past. how long before more of them play out on this particular stage, he wonders. maybe it doesn't actually bear thinking about; it'll happen, or it won't. tonight feels like the second option. tomorrow morning? )
You think it's the drinks?
( it's a little the drinks. he likes to imagine it's more the company. spicy mayo is his favorite, isn't it? esi's saving grace here is that he'd need at least three more drinks to try fucking him in public again, without any suit pressure. )
Maybe you'll have to carry me back. ( lmao )