[Something about this guy's tone just immediately gets to Chuuya. He wants to rip out his throat after all, make him regret each and every one of those words. If he didn't still feel so bone tired, he might have.
But anger is exhausting, and the guy has a point, unfortunately. Chuuya lets out a frustrated sound and then pulls back, standing up to take a closer look at the place they're in. It's a mess. It looks like the kind of mess that was messy even before it was wrecked, but he doesn't point that out. Not yet. There's really nothing to distract him from the situation. He walks over to pick up a bottle that somehow survived his rampage, but there's nothing in it, so he just places it back and turns back around towards the stranger.]
Whatever that curse is, it fucked with my memories, too.
[Or maybe that's just the exhaustion. His brain feels like it's made of fog.]
Sorry about your place. When I kill whoever cursed me, I'll throw in an extra punch from you and let them know they owe you a bed.
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Date: 2024-04-01 04:58 am (UTC)But anger is exhausting, and the guy has a point, unfortunately. Chuuya lets out a frustrated sound and then pulls back, standing up to take a closer look at the place they're in. It's a mess. It looks like the kind of mess that was messy even before it was wrecked, but he doesn't point that out. Not yet. There's really nothing to distract him from the situation. He walks over to pick up a bottle that somehow survived his rampage, but there's nothing in it, so he just places it back and turns back around towards the stranger.]
Whatever that curse is, it fucked with my memories, too.
[Or maybe that's just the exhaustion. His brain feels like it's made of fog.]
Sorry about your place. When I kill whoever cursed me, I'll throw in an extra punch from you and let them know they owe you a bed.