—— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 .

my curse ╱ my blessing, my damnation ╱ my absolution.

⠀⠀⠀ he knows it's about him. ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ the yank surprised him somewhat, wincing as he landed in a new sprawled position, but he had learned the skill of rolling with the punches. he lazily straightened into a more comfortable drape, cautious to avoid being stuck by any of shepherd's *𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘳 bits. &&.

ㅤㅤ ( * Shepherd stubs out his cigarette, canting his head as a gesture for Héron to follow. ) ( * There wasn’t any particular destination. Any half-decent dive would do, so he opts for the nearest one. ) ㅤㅤ

⠀⠀⠀ clearly very tickled by the typically *𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 nature of his companion being drowned in alcohol, wes obeyed without much protest. he shed his jacket── throwing it across the room and completely missing the chair, his intended target. not that he cared, he &&.

⠀⠀⠀ with the conversation coming to a predictably clatter-filled end, wesley's interest in his work had come to a similar conclusion. he leaned back in his chair for a moment, contemplating whether he should wait a few choice minutes as to seem nonchalant. &&.

⠀⠀⠀ (* the bluntness was much more amusing this time 'round, or perhaps it was just the mention of booze. he perked up a little. ) I've been known to drink, yeah. are you offering? ⠀⠀⠀