∞ 07 ∞

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[Kuhn appears on the plane with a huuuuge sigh, trudging his way over to the bar and plopping down on a stool. After five seconds of blankly staring ahead... his forehead meets the bar with a satisfying, "Thunk~!" ]

[He mumbles to himself. It's quiet to begin with, but the fact that his face is against the table means he can't possibly be understood unless you're right there beside him. Every few words, though...] ... Boss... .... ....possibly... .... ......... ...wasn't my fault...

Comments

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's right there beside him?]

[Hope you're not afraid of snakes, Kuhn :)]

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[Not afraid, per se. But the fact that he saw no snake there before and now sees a snake does make him jump.] Geez--!

[He's at least snapped out of the mopes, though.] Whoa. ... Uh.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[The snake rears up so that its front end is up off the bar, and stares at Kuhn]

Do us a favour and pour me a drink, will you?

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[... That sounds like someone he's spoken to before...]

Uh, yeah, sure. How strong? [He goes to start looking through the stock.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Wine, if you can find a good year—or a Bloody Mary if you're any good at mixing.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Saw him go in and decides to follow, lawl]

You okay, Kuhn?

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[He looks up at Isaac.] Yeah, I guess. [He turns the seat around so that his elbows are resting on the bar behind him. His gaze is upward now.] Long day, longer game, longest boss battle of my life...

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Isaac understood all one of those points, but the intentions got themselves across. He pats Kuhn's back comfortingly] Gonna be okay?

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[He laughs a bit.] Yeah, of course. It's just left me tired and wanting a drink, you know?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Don't you know it.

[Isaac hops over the bar and procures two glasses]

Got a preference?

[shadow-shot.livejournal.com]

[Well, somebody's decided to go exploring the Astral Plane in her spare time. And that, of course, has landed her - well - here. ... Hey, there's a Kuhn. How about that. That "thunk" didn't sound too good, though.]

Somehow I don't think hurting the furniture with your head is a good idea, Kuhn.

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[He glances sideways as Haseo, then sits up and shakes his head.] Seemed like a good enough idea at the time.

[shadow-shot.livejournal.com]

Huh. Did something happen, t' make you think that was a good idea?

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

It's just been one of those days, yeah? And then, we went out for a quick run in a dungeon, and we nearly got ourselves killed. Of course, I get the blame. [He looks a little sulky there.]

[shadow-shot.livejournal.com]

["Dungeon"? Eh, maybe she'll ask about that later.] Ah...ouch. [...A pause.] Are - things going to be all right?

[mercwamouth]

What are you running on dial-up?

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[That... went right over his head. ♥]

... No, I'm running broadband. ... How'd you know what I was talking about, though?

[mercwamouth]

...

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

... What?

[mercwamouth]

That's my line.

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, Kuhn, what's wrong?

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[Kuhn looks up when he hears Diva. Cue a dramatic sigh.]

The day in my world has been so long, my star... I've just come to relax.

[madamemoiselle]

{She takes his hand gently}

Oh, I'm sorry then, Kuhn. I hope it gets better for you.

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

[He gives her a gentle smile.]

It's already getting better, I'm here and speaking with you.

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, you'll flatter me with that, Kuhn. It's nothing that special.