"Some booze and a good place to sleep." He sighed and took the medications, swallowing it down and guzzling the water. "Shit! I just remembered rents due…ah. My place is all the way on the other side of town. And I'm always hell. Honestly don't care if I'm evicted anymore…" He groaned and stretched, and tried to get up. His arm began to shake as he used the table for support, and ended up falling back into the chair. "S-sorry I'll try to get out of your hair as quick as I can. Don't want to be a bother or anything."
I Was Dead but Now I'm Not!(Gay!) (0/0)(Closed!)
"Gin. Scotch. Anything hard to numb the pain." He said with a groan as he set down the cage and stretched out a bit. "I really don't want to annoy you…You have work tomorrow and a busy day. I can manage myself." He sighed, and stretched, and seethed in pain as he relaxed. "My back and ass is what hurts the most…I guess that's what happens when you sleep on park benches for years and work the type of job I do…I always end up like this on Mondays. Those are the worst days. Men excited to sin after being at church and then doing the whole family schpiel the day before." He sighed. "Haven't had an actual emotional connection in years. Except Flick of course. He's my little dude. I'd kill someone for him probably."
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(okay!)
Amyr nodded slowly, he was slightly unsure if he had either of those, seeing that he was not really one to drink. "Okay," he said, walking off to the kitchen in search of something.
As he turned the corner to the tile floor of his kitchen, he spotted something on one of his counters. He looked carefully at the label for some indication as to what it was. He soon found the word "scotch" in thin, white lettering.
'I think that's what he asked for…' Amyr thought to himself. Though, he generally didn't care if it was or not. He opened a small cupboard and pulled a glass from it. He walked back into the common area, placing the glass and bottle on the coffee table in front of Ashton.
"Here. You can pour however much you like, but if you want ice–" he cut himself off. His instinct told him to say 'get it yourself', but he realized that it would only come off as insensitive if he so then. "I'll get it for you."
"Thank you." He then unscrewed the bottle of scotch and took a swig. "Ah that hits the spot." He then settled into the couch, pouring it into the glass and he settled back. "Seriously man. Thank you. No one has…really ever treated me this kindly. Been practically on my own since day one it seems like. Is there anything I can do for you? I owe you…quiet a bit." He said honestly and truthfully. It was sort of sad to see someone take basic human decency with such deep life giving gratitude.
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(What happened to ya dude? I was loving this rp quite a bit)
(Helloooo?)
(aw that's alright. This was just one of my favorites that's all but you take care of yourself. If you wanna start it up again lmk otherwise I'm gonna assume it's dead)