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[alwaysimpure]

shop closde tooday du/e tos icnkess

no need to commme yb

[That's what it looks like when a drunk wizards without any grip of technology is trying to write text messages.

He sucks at it and he doesn't even care.]

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[alwaysimpure]

To get drunk. What does anyone want whiskey for?

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[librariansheart]

To dull pain, generally... Physical or mental. They say it means "the water of life." Is that what you wanted to get drunk for? To not hurt so much?

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[alwaysimpure]

I was just asking hyposteti... hypo... Not expecting an answer. But, yeah, guess you got me there. [Have a rueful smile.]

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[librariansheart]

[She can't help but laugh a little, tightening her arm around his shoulder for a moment before allowing herself to stroke his hair.]

Well you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But isn't there any other way to cheer up instead of drinking yourself to death? Or is this just the easiest?

[Not accusing... Just curious.]

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[alwaysimpure]

It's not for cheering, just for numbing.

[He pauses for a moment, eyes closing as he leans into her hand.]

Hm. It's least extreme.

[That said he sits up a bit, pulling away from the hand in his hair.]

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[librariansheart]

[It hurt to have him pull back like that, but it had been an experiment, so she hid it from him and went back to simply sitting with him and staying close. He had liked it. He just didn't want it. Maybe it reminded him of someone or something he didn't want to think about. She sighs softly.]

That sounds familiar. Sometimes numb is all you want. A chance not to feel for a while. When everything's a little too much, too raw.