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

[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.]

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

*Len stirs a bit but she's still not awake. She's a heavy sleeper.*

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Hey. Get up. [Pokepoke]

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

*Rolls over onto her belly and stretches.*

Mm, morning.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Why are you in my bed.

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

I got lonely on the floor.

... If you don't remember that much it's your own fault for getting so drunk last night.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Nn. [He groans and rubs his head. He remembers talking with Miakis at the bar, then getting caught in the snow and Len showing up, but not much else.]

Whatever. Nothing important happened.

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you're sensible enough to understand that.

... Are you going to cook breakfast?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[You get a very unamused look.]

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

... You don't know how to cook? You're never going to find a wife.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Of course I do. I lived on my own for most of my life. I just... don't even want to look at food right now.

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

You're that hungover? Ugh, I guess I'm stuck babysitting you.