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[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...

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[Kuhn doesn't particularly feel like trying his luck with mixing right now -- his luck's kind of sucking currently anyway. So, he grabs a bottle of wine instead and pours Crowley a glass. ... He opens his mouth to ask how he's going to manage to drink it, but thinks better of it and closes it again, shaking his head and returning to his seat.]

How'd.... that happen?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[The snake rears its little head up over the side of the glass and flicks its tongue at the liquid.] Eh, not bad. [For a moment he sits perfectly still, concentrating, then flicks his tongue into the wine again] There, that's better.

Hm? Oh, this. Experiment, most likely. The snake bit isn't anything new, but not being able to change out of it is incredibly frustrating.

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

So, you've been a snake before? ... Voluntarily?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

More or less. Not really my ssstyle any more.

[The snake proceeds to "drink" more of the wine]

Anyway, what's eating you?

[silenteden.livejournal.com]

Ah. Yeah, that makes sense.

[He rubs the back of his head.] Nothing... too noteworthy. Just a long day, you know?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

And what exactly does a long day consssist of, for you? I suppose I don't know much about your reality.