Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes

It was on the tip of his tongue. He had come here for a reason… there was something he needed to do… his brows furrowed in concern and confusion as he tried to muddle his way through it. He was just on the verge of remembering when a voice broke his concentration. His thoughts fled like a kaleidoscope of butterflies taking off in flight. He glanced at the blue wolf, and frowned. The words taking a moment to penetrate through his fog, and his frown grew.

Ah… yes. There it was. He looked at Artorias with a piteous expression, like one about to deliver grave news. He reached his paw down, groping around for something, and knocked the empty alcohol bottle over instead of grabbing it. He stumbled and almost fell as he made to reach for it. Grab it with a noise of grunted triumph. He held the bottle out to the Hallows Aegis, and the mournful expression fell upon him again like a sigh. Here it was, the terrible news. “Isesh all run out.” He said, dropping the bottle between. “Need to find…” he burped, and the scent of alcohol between them grew. “Art. Hesh got more, you see.”


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