So, ya like booze?

No//

(Damn Lex)

sticks out tounge//

(well, guess you have to, @WhichFestiveForegroundRavenclaw?)

(But Zackary is helping)

(Good boy)
Clipsey leaned forward, unaware he was now crying into Zachary's shirt. He was more wailing now.
"I WANNA BE HUMAN AGAIN!!!" He wailed, tears streaming down his face.

(ZACKARY)

Zackary tried valiantly to pat the wound on his shoulder and just gave up, standing there.
“I can’t help ya, pal.”

(I'M SORRY DAMN YOU AUTOCORRECT!!!!!)

(Autocorrect or not I get fuckin stingy about it.)

Clipsey just wailed louder, not even forming words, just distressed noises. The poor thing was shivering.
(Zackary can read minds, right???)

(Yes?)

Zackary didn’t seem to care at all. He just stood there, looking bored.

(Zackary could probably read the fact Clipsey has no house, no money, and his family doesn't recognize him. He might not care, but he'd definitely read that, since that's all Clipsey has been thinking about while crying.)
Clipsey wiped the tears from his face, and the realized something. His axe was gone. Those two little shits stole it! He scrambled over the corner, and headed off to retrieve his axe, his final prized possession.

Zackary watched him scramble away. “You are as dumb as a bag of goddamn rocks, aren’t you?” He grabbed the back of his shirt.

Time reappeared from the pantry, bag of small bottles in its hand. "He sure is."

Zackary sighed over his shoulder at Time. “Should I let this fool go get himself killed again?”

"I dont know. He did say he wasn't human." Time muttered as he set the bag down on the counter.

Zackary sighed. “Like it’s a bad thing.” He kicked out Clipsey’s legs so he fell to the floor.
“At least he’s not Demon.”

"Yeah." Time said with a yawn, about to go back into the pantry for some ingrediants.

Clipsey yelped, scrambling back to his feet.
"Just let me go get my goddamn axe!" He huffed, heading back out the door.

Zackary boredly watched him. “I’m not saving you this time. You can go throw yourself away.” He plopped down on his stool. “I only save once. Then I demand payment.”

"Payment my ass." Clipsey muttered. He stormed outside, where it was begining to snow.
"Aw, it's the toony again!" It was the stupid fur boa guy. And he had Clipsey's axe.
Clipsey pulled his lips back into a snarl, showing his sharp canines. The two men just laughed.
"Look fellas. I rarely fight back, well, fight back with the actual intent to hurt, and I might have to do that." Clipsey said, trying to be meanacing.
All he got in response was laughter.

Zackary grabbed out his box of smokes and shook the box. “Stupid fuck made me put out my cigarette.” He relit a second and took a whiff of the rather long stick. An odorless smoke got puffed out, and Zackary coughed softly.

The two soon realized he wasn't joking.
They also realized he really loved that axe.
And that serrated teeth tend to be hard to pull out of skin.

Clipsey slammed all of the money he'd stolen onto the counter.
"I didn't break my fucking arm for nothing. get me that cheap twenty-five dollar room with the one bed." He held his arm at an odd angle, was missing a few teeth, and had a black eye.

Zackary looked him up and down, his feet on the counter. He wiffed out the smoke in his face.
“I don’t deal with the rooms. I deal with the drinks and the stupid fucks like you.”

Clipsey gritted the teeth he had left, and slammed his axe into the counter.
"Tell me who the fuck will give me a goddamn room, then!"

Zackary sat up off of his counter and bared his teeth in his face, ripping the axe out of the counter.
“No one! Unless you learn to control your goddamn axe and temper!”

Clipsey kicked a stool over with a cloven foot, then let out a string of angry curse words, some in a slightly different language then plain old english.
"Fine." he sighed, taking a deep breath. "Will you please tell me where I can find a room?"

“Pick. The. Fucking. Stool. Up. Or. I. Will. Be. Cleaning. Your. Guts. Off. Of. The. Walls.” Every word was angrily pushed forward with a breath.

"Fine."
Clipsey picked up the stool, dusted it off, yanked his axe out of the counter, and asked again.
"Will you pretty please with a fucking cherry on top tell me where I can find a stupid person to give me a room?"

Zackary sat down in his stool again and puffed some smoke in his face. “Up your ass.”