suitedreams: Rupert

[battling]

don't run me over (with a horse)

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[agleam]

...Make sure you don't have too much.

[with tomorrow coming, and all.]

[battling]

This week didn't take our ability to hold our liquor.

[His seagull wings fluff up.]

[agleam]

Okay, okay! Just making sure.

[battling]

Yeah, yeah.

[He takes a closer look at him.]

Did ya also get buried on Thursday?

[agleam]

[he nods.]

Yeah... The two of us and Tsurumaru, I think. Did you have a weird dream?

[battling]

[He doesn't have his cat ears right now, but his wings twitch in agitation]

Yeah. A party and turnin' to stone? Like that?

[agleam]

...I think it was different for all of us. Tsurumaru said it was different for him, too, so I'm guessing it was just - meant to mess with each of us, specifically.

[battling]

Really hate that they know enough to fuck with us.

[He starts pouring Rupert some alcohol before he's like.

wait fuck are you old enough for this.]

[agleam]

Yeah, me too. I'd like to burn all those files.

[he doesn't know what a legal drinking age is because he's medieval, so he looks confused when bradley pauses.]

What?

[battling]

They probably have extra backups somewhere.

[Eh. He figures the hotel will make it into soda if Rupert isn't allowed alcohol.

He keeps pouring and hands it over.]

[agleam]

Yeah, but I feel like it would still be cathartic, you know?

[he glances down at the glass, which doesn't transform into soda.]

What's this?

[battling]

Yeah. [wistfully] It sure would.

's whiskey. Do you prefer wine?

[agleam]

Well, we can put it on the to do list for when all this is over.

[he shakes his head, though, and takes a sip! and makes a face, because he's a lightweight and the burn catches him by surprise.]

...Wow, that's intense.

[battling]

This one's smooth to me.

[He's had centuries of drinking this swill]

[agleam]

I guess you must be used to it by now...

[battling]

's one of my favorite drinks.

[agleam]

Are you still allowed to have it in prison?

[battling]

I'm a Sage's Wizard. I get to walk around some despite bein' a prisoner.

[agleam]

—Oh, you get to leave? That's good!

[battling]

The twins still watch me, but it's nicer than bein' cooped up for a century.

[agleam]

Yeah, for sure! Never take fresh air for granted.

[battling]

Trust me, I don't.

[Not after being locked up for so long.]

[agleam]

What's the first thing you're going to do once you're really, actually free?

[battling]

Form a new bandit group.

[agleam]

You don't want to even, like, take a very short break from doing something illegal?