34th Resurrection

[sanctus_dei]

[What does Theo do when he's bored? He gets drunk! And he certainly gets drunk a lot. Today's no exception. You'll find him:

A) At the pub, at a table. Somehow, his two crow familiars have snuck their way in with him. One is sitting on his shoulder, chatting at him quietly. Theo talks aloud with it. The other is flapping from table to table, sitting on chairs and curiously looking at other patrons, eavesdropping on conversations. Occasionally he returns to his master and fills him in on any juicy tidbits he overheard. Feel free to annoy/talk to/attempt to shoo Theo and his feathery friends.

B)Outside, there's someone who's fallen over in a snowbank! Maybe it's outside your house or you're passing by, but there's Theo, stuck there like an upturned turtle. There's a dropped flask a few feet away, and the crows are sitting with him unsure of what to do. The braver one gently pecks at his knee. The other one is doing the crow version of laughter.]

Quiet! Shut up! 'Course I can get up. Just gimme a minute.

[It's not going to happen. So what will you do? You should probably point and laugh and leave him there, but you can try and help him if you want.]

Comments

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Hnn.

[He'll be quiet now. Honestly you could lead him to any house and he'd probably believe it was his right now. He's too drunk & tired to fight it.]

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

*She can always snuggle him at his own house.

And here we are. Len will lead him into the front door as an excuse to let herself in.*

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Oh. Here already. Uh, thanks. I guess.

[He goes in, no invitation but he's not thinking about locking the door behind him.]

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

*She'll walk right in after Theo.*

... I'll take this as payment. I'm not going to do anything weird, okay?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Anyone who says something like that is up to no good.]

What?

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

I already said I'm in a bad mood. I don't want sex.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

...So what, then?

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

Promise you won't laugh.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[A sigh.] Out with it already.

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

I don't want to be alone.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Blink

blinkblink]

What, you want to stay here? [He's confused.]

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

Are you that dense? Of course that's what I want!

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Whatever. The couch should be free.

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

... C-Can I sleep on the floor in your bedroom?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

...I guess, I don't think Nina will care.

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

... If you tell anyone about this I'll kill you.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Who the hell would I tell.

[He's already heading off and flopping into bed. Fully clothed, shoes on.]

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

*She'll sit down on the floor, her back resting on the side of Theo's bed. She'll take off her shawl but she'll leave her dress and petticoat on.*

It's good you feel that way. I would really torture you too... and you know I'd enjoy it.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[His face is down in the pillow, but you hear him mutter out:]

You wish.

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

I'm always in the mood to kill people... hmph.

*Len will get down on the floor and curl up in a ball. She's a cat first and foremost so sleeping on the ground is fine with her.*

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[By the time Len curls up, Theo's out. And snoring slightly. He fell asleep on his face after all.]

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

*After Len thinks Theo is asleep she'll crawl up there and lay next to him. No funny business! She was just lonely in the floor.*

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He'll be old cold for a few hours before waking up and feeling like hell. He picks up his head and lazily blinks agt Len.]

The hell.

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

*Still asleep! And well her clothes are on. That's a good sign.*

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[And so are his. Huh. How odd. How the hell did she get in here anyway? He sits up, rubbing his forehead. Urrrgh. He feels like a truck hit him.]