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"Bet. I'm gonna kick your ass... if you have one." Oh. "...That came out weirdly wrong. I'm just kicking that flame off you, or something."

"Pffft. You dork." Shiron snorted, the awkwardness helping him be less sad by bringing him something else to think about. He rubbed off the tears and sighed. "Cheesiness appreciated, dork. I think... I'm a lot better now. Still sorta want to drink until I pass out, but eating until I pass out...

"It's... it's weird. But I'm glad I got here and met you, along with everyone. Things I never even thought were possible, like, like..." Shiron looked at his large, amphibian hands and a small rememberance came up: his arms, covered in bloody cuts. He shook off his head and ignored that random...

Good lord, how many times did he had this exact conversation? Why was it so hard to just accept that people cared about him? As much as they wanted to help, his being screamed that he wasn't worth it. "Guess... guess we're both loners, huh?" Shiron said, looking down, while still holding on to...

"It's... nothing. I'm used to it. Barely hurts me anymore." He lied as naturally as he breathed. His hear stung, like someone stabbed him over and over again. But even so, a small part of him found... comfort in Vix's words, so he let a few tears drop on the ground beneath them. "And I wasn't...

Ouch. He knew it was a joke, but definetely not a funny one. Shiron looked at her face and smiled, a genuine, happy smile. "It's fine. I know we're not like... close close, but I still think you're a good friend." Hopefully that would make her feel at least a little bit better. Comforting...

"I can shoot water from my body, does that count?" It didn't. Shiron whined, like a child who was denied a new toy, and simply looked at the sky above them, mesmerized. Vix had a point, and to be fair he was looking for an opportunity to talk with her. Better now than never. "...Hey, Vix. It's...

Shiron snorted. She was funnier than he remembered. Or maybe he was too drunk. It might have been both. "If that's your idea of asking someone, it's terrible. Either we go home or we just... vibe until I feel more sober?" he shrugged. "Your choice, buddy, roomie, and all that jazz."

"I'll be honest. I have no clue where I am right now, and everything's spinning..." Shiron's head seemd to move out of his control as he said so. "K-Kinda wanna have another one..."

Shiron stumbled back, falling on his rear. He blinked, tilting his head. "O-Oh, V-Vix... that's you, right?" He immediately sniffed his own, alcoholic breaht and covered his mouth, blushing in embarassment. Hopefully it would be before Vix noticed it. Or maybe he would be unlucky enough to get...

Shiron thought he was well enough to get back to his dorm after drinking, but to his shock, he dound out that it was all too spinny for his tastes, and so he tried to walk, or rather, stumble across the village, not really sure where he was going, or who was seeing him like that. This stroll...