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how’d you know i live alone?  [he did.]  i could have a roommate…  a sister…  i could still live with my parents.  could’ve moved in with them.  [preston suggested,  grinning at the thought as his head twisted in nico’s direction at the same time his hand collided with his shoulder,  as if on cue.  he followed the guide and turned left,  taking his first swig from the beer.]  mm..  yeah.  alcoholism is scary bad.  i’d hope you’re not an alcoholic.

@trckrd    it’s probably because you live alone, pretty boy.   [ nico’s touch was light but purposeful as he placed his hand on the other’s shoulder, guiding him with a gentle nudge. the subtle pressure directed him to pivot left, leading him into the spacious, warmly lit living room. ]  i can't say i’m an alcoholic, depends on the occasion though. 

noted.  [nods the blonde,  talking a step through the doorway,  pleased in his knowledge of the shoe rule.  he scoped the place further—  trying not to make his curiosity too obvious,  although doing his best to make sure his attire was evidently intrigued and appreciative of the space.  it wasn’t something he put too much thought into,  though.  he semi-doubted nico would be looking his way.]  i never get  **that**  wasted.  [a small dismissive scoff is partnered with a head shake as he,  with caution and a polite demeanour about his movement,  ventured further through the home,  consciously expecting nico to follow closely behind him.]  i’m pretty good at holding my liquor,  i’d say.  i don’t drink much,  though.  i’ll hold my hands up.  [and,  he did,  facing the other full-on.  but with the same upbeat smile he usually wore.]  do you drink a lot?

˙ ♱◞ ྀི       *  meow

/   sí

/ yes

[for good measure and extra support,  practically uncaring for his own discomfort with his focus fixated solely on helping this leaking man,  he gripped onto the fabric of his  (stained)  shirt bunched at the side of his hips to keep them both steady.  preston made sure to follow the short directions,  doing his best to navigate without asking too many questions;  surely,  a challenge and a half for a man who could talk for hours,  unprompted.]   left,  ‘kay..  [words murmured to self,  he turns left,  keeping mind of the uniform he was wearing.  he recognised it.  perhaps his internal suggestion would be right.  only would preston redirect if he was told to.]  you’re gonna be fine,  man.  you’re real strong.  we’re pretty close now,  alright?  just lean on me.  i won’t keel over.

@trckrd /  **

[ he leaned heavily on the stranger’s support, his mind preoccupied with navigating the dimly lit streets. under the faint glow of the streetlights, shadows played tricks on his memory, making it difficult to discern the correct path. he hesitated momentarily, unsure if he should turn left or right to find his way back to his own store.
            with a furrowed brow, he glanced around, trying to recall the familiar landmarks that would guide him home. ]  fuck it .. i don’t know –  [ despite his momentary confusion, a determination flickered in his eyes as he silently resolved to find his way, relying on both his own instincts and the unexpected aid of the stranger beside him. ]  left way i guess..

reeelax.   my ghoul,   humans are so..  [ don't finish that sentence,   frankie.   she quickly picks up her hand with her intact one,   fixing it into place before wiggling her fingers to determine function. ]   there.

@sparkingbolts    am i supposed to treat a walking hand like it's normal ?  for fuck’s sake, get that thing away from me (!)

@beemyvalentino 
            
            / cxlestialbody 

*     “ohandicon” <33

/   no numbers just "zaorsia"

i look forward to it,  music boy.

@bloodlvers   niceness wasn't what i was asking anyway. but i’ll let you know, pretty fangs.

[ she shrugs, playing with the curls of her hair. ] 　i’m an immortal blood sucker — not that good at niceness even when i want to be.

*    heyyy!  yes pls! 

*   pls <3

*   insanely  late ,,  but  please !