09-12-2018, 06:00 PM
Delilah’s eye-opening response has surprised Leroy - the reason why he was excited about it was that he was boozed up. In a perfectly normal situation, it was possible that the topic went unmentioned considering how causeless it was. However, if it forced a confounded echo out of the femme, then that meant she felt at least something for Leroy, even after what he had done. Likewise, concern is all that left her maw once he mentioned her leg and thereafter. Sighing, his headlights flickered to Delilah’s for a moment. She was certainly not innocent, but she was still a good dame.
One could consider that it was good that Leroy drank a little bit of alcohol; evidently, the stuff allowed him to reveal some more sensitive areas of the confusing landscape which was his personality, stuff that he’d never dare speak of while in full control of his emotions. Yet, most rational people could agree that getting the canine groggy was a shitty decision from the get-go; there he was, greatly exaggerating problems, all while sitting in objects that must have went decades without being disturbed until now. "Whether’r not I saved ya, I harmed a Tangler, and that ain’t cool," he’d force out, returning to the topic of her leg. ”I’m sorry ‘bout it all, and I don’t get sorry”.
Neck lowering until the head rested on the ground, weariness began clouding his skull. Two rounds was simply not enough to keep him drunk for long, and now he’d have to deal with the consequence of having a high - crashing. Amber hues darted between Delilah and Arrow, who currently took the form of pink and brown blurs. Attempting to keep conversation alive, though in a silly position, he’d speak, or try to, at least. ”I’d offa ya guys food, but it’s, uh, undaneath all this shit.”
One could consider that it was good that Leroy drank a little bit of alcohol; evidently, the stuff allowed him to reveal some more sensitive areas of the confusing landscape which was his personality, stuff that he’d never dare speak of while in full control of his emotions. Yet, most rational people could agree that getting the canine groggy was a shitty decision from the get-go; there he was, greatly exaggerating problems, all while sitting in objects that must have went decades without being disturbed until now. "Whether’r not I saved ya, I harmed a Tangler, and that ain’t cool," he’d force out, returning to the topic of her leg. ”I’m sorry ‘bout it all, and I don’t get sorry”.
Neck lowering until the head rested on the ground, weariness began clouding his skull. Two rounds was simply not enough to keep him drunk for long, and now he’d have to deal with the consequence of having a high - crashing. Amber hues darted between Delilah and Arrow, who currently took the form of pink and brown blurs. Attempting to keep conversation alive, though in a silly position, he’d speak, or try to, at least. ”I’d offa ya guys food, but it’s, uh, undaneath all this shit.”