I don't know what this is, but clearly I need to sleep.
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Zeromus liked the cut of his jib. Or rather the cut of his smart-looking teal vest. "Hey there," Zeromus said as he slither-crawled his way up to the man's high table near the bar. "What's the good word?"
The man in the teal vest was beyond intoxicated at this point, eyes swimming behind his glasses as he set down his fifteenth Coors Light bottle. "Heeeeeeeeeey," he said, wrapping his arm around Zeromus' shoulder-blade-wing-ish area. "Did you see where Quistis went? I lost Quistis."
"I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the lady. Can I buy you a shot?" Zeromus figured it was a done deal with the way teal vest dude was swaying on his feet. Tonight was the night.
"A shot? I've done like, eight of those tonight," the guy said. "Hey, did you know I studied Tudor-era English history? I'm incredibly smart."
"Yeah I'm going to buy you that shot," Zeromus said, leaving a smeary trail of death and blood as he moved to the bar, asking for a shot of Patron. The barkeep said it would be $7.00, and Zeromus haggled him down to free with one fierce look. He grasped the shot glass between his deathly sharp claws and brought it back to his new friend.
"Ah, you're a nice...guy? You're a guy under there right? Like the Master Shake?"
Zeromus just did his approximation of smiling. "Under...where? What do you mean?"
The guy downed the shot and nearly toppled over. "You sure you haven't seen Quistis? She was so hot, man..."
Zeromus silenced the guy with a suckling semi-kiss, attaching his dangly bit to the guy's face in a show of affection. You know, like all the kids did. "I have completed the small talk and the buying of drinks rituals and now I have shown my obvious interest. Shall we proceed to my room for more?"
The guy's glasses were now hanging off of one earlobe precariously, most of his face covered in oozing blood from the force of Zeromus' appendage. "I...huh?"
Zeromus sighed. Even Cecil Harvey hadn't been this stubborn.
Zeromus/That Guy 2012
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Zeromus liked the cut of his jib. Or rather the cut of his smart-looking teal vest. "Hey there," Zeromus said as he slither-crawled his way up to the man's high table near the bar. "What's the good word?"
The man in the teal vest was beyond intoxicated at this point, eyes swimming behind his glasses as he set down his fifteenth Coors Light bottle. "Heeeeeeeeeey," he said, wrapping his arm around Zeromus' shoulder-blade-wing-ish area. "Did you see where Quistis went? I lost Quistis."
"I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the lady. Can I buy you a shot?" Zeromus figured it was a done deal with the way teal vest dude was swaying on his feet. Tonight was the night.
"A shot? I've done like, eight of those tonight," the guy said. "Hey, did you know I studied Tudor-era English history? I'm incredibly smart."
"Yeah I'm going to buy you that shot," Zeromus said, leaving a smeary trail of death and blood as he moved to the bar, asking for a shot of Patron. The barkeep said it would be $7.00, and Zeromus haggled him down to free with one fierce look. He grasped the shot glass between his deathly sharp claws and brought it back to his new friend.
"Ah, you're a nice...guy? You're a guy under there right? Like the Master Shake?"
Zeromus just did his approximation of smiling. "Under...where? What do you mean?"
The guy downed the shot and nearly toppled over. "You sure you haven't seen Quistis? She was so hot, man..."
Zeromus silenced the guy with a suckling semi-kiss, attaching his dangly bit to the guy's face in a show of affection. You know, like all the kids did. "I have completed the small talk and the buying of drinks rituals and now I have shown my obvious interest. Shall we proceed to my room for more?"
The guy's glasses were now hanging off of one earlobe precariously, most of his face covered in oozing blood from the force of Zeromus' appendage. "I...huh?"
Zeromus sighed. Even Cecil Harvey hadn't been this stubborn.