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]

*... No, Len will kick snow on you instead of helping you up. Deal with it.*

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Attempts to throw snow back at you, fails. One of the crows squawks at you.]

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm sorry. Are you still alive?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

The crows don't mean I'm dead, for your information.

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

I was just making sure.

*Len giggles a bit more.*

Do you want help? Or should I make you beg for it?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Hnph. You'd like that too much. No thanks.

[He manages to get himself sitting after a moment, so he can glare at you properly.]

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

*Len will move to sit in his lap. Feel free to push her away.*

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He tries, but he's too dizzy and all he does is fall backwards again.]

Get off of me.

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

No~

*Len will reach up to pull Theo up by the collar of his shirt. Once again he's more than free to resist.*

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Swat!] Yes!

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

Make me~

*She'll just stay right where she is with the smuggest look on her face.*

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He attempts rolling Len off to the side, while trying to stand up himself. I can probably do the first part, but not the second quite yet.]

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

*Face, meet snow.*

H-Hey! What'd you do that for?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

You said "Make me", didn't you? [He rubs his forehead. SO DIZZY.]

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

Hmph! Now I'm all full of snow.

*But Len won't get up. She'll just lay next to him.*

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He knows he's not going to be able to get up yet, so now is a good time for a cigarette.

He looks over at Len.] You're the one that sat on me. Who was sitting in the snow in the first place.

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

The snow doesn't bother me. I normally live in a snowy climate after all.

... You just looked comfortable. That's all.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Not me. To hell with this shit.

How the hell could I look comfortable while upturned in a snow bank?

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

Y-You just did! Deal with it!

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He looks confused, the annoyed.] Whatever.

[Time to stand up! Slowly. He manages to get over the snow and onto his feet, but who knows for how long.]

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

*Len will hop up and hold onto his pant leg; she'll also hold up her other hand.*

Hah, do you need me to do everything for you? Put your hand in mine.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

'M fine. Don't need any help. [He rubs his eyes like a tired child. What street was this, anyway?]

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

Liar... I won't tell anyone. I'm in a bad mood tonight.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Hnn. Fine. Whatever. [He knows he's too wobbly to get along by himself anyway. He needs to stop letting himself get this bad.]

What the hell puts you in a bad mood?

[tsunslut.livejournal.com]

Hah, why should I bother telling you?

... I guess if you said something stupid I could just let you fall.