text - un; nightmoves

[ruinously]

so

what'd i miss?

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[ruinously]

a holy fire Molotov cocktail, an Angel yelling assbutt, and my brother diving into hell

he is not

[starer]

[There are...so many questions to be had there. But it's easy to narrow it down to just one.]

drink, or a fight?

[Because when alcohol doesn't work, punching things might.]

[ruinously]

[ see this is why he likes you. ]

...drink.

[ He'd probably normally say fight, but he's exhausted - mentally, physically. Right now he just wants to drown himself in liquor. ]

[starer]

your room in ten? unless you've got somewhere else in mind

[ruinously]

nah, that'll work. follow the dulcet tones of robert plant, you'll find me.