[To say the least, Rosen looks like hell. His long white hair is a tangled mess, and he has dark bags under his eyes after a few too many sleepless nights. The man is a drunken mess with alcohol on his breath. After drowning over four bottles of whisky, it’s a miracle he can stay upright. Then again, he’s Irish. He can handle just about anything except this.
On the contrary, his dog seems to be in good spirits. Ciaran sniffs Hijikata briefly before suddenly nuzzling his head against the man’s leg. Poor Ciaran has no idea what’s happening right now, but the extra company is welcoming. Rosen hasn’t been himself lately, and his faithful hound has noticed, judging from its worried whine.]
Cause I don’t want to fuckin’ go there.
[Rosen grumbles with a huff as he steps away from the door. Whether or not Hijikata enters is up to him. He doesn’t care either way.]
I don’t wanna do anything right now, especially not with those folks.
[He flops back onto the sofa with a sigh before kicking a discarded bottle off the cushions. It’s a bit of a mess in here. There are scattered whiskey bottles all over the living room, including a few cans of beer. It seems Rosen was trying to drink himself into a coma earlier. That’s no good.]
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Date: 2023-07-02 03:37 pm (UTC)On the contrary, his dog seems to be in good spirits. Ciaran sniffs Hijikata briefly before suddenly nuzzling his head against the man’s leg. Poor Ciaran has no idea what’s happening right now, but the extra company is welcoming. Rosen hasn’t been himself lately, and his faithful hound has noticed, judging from its worried whine.]
Cause I don’t want to fuckin’ go there.
[Rosen grumbles with a huff as he steps away from the door. Whether or not Hijikata enters is up to him. He doesn’t care either way.]
I don’t wanna do anything right now, especially not with those folks.
[He flops back onto the sofa with a sigh before kicking a discarded bottle off the cushions. It’s a bit of a mess in here. There are scattered whiskey bottles all over the living room, including a few cans of beer. It seems Rosen was trying to drink himself into a coma earlier. That’s no good.]
Those are Saya’s people, not mine.