I’m So Fucking Lost
Meadow!
Marauder
Scout
06-14-2023, 09:51 AM
Eyes closed, breathing shallow, leaning against the tree, Scald was having a rough go of it. Attempting to focus as much as he could, he drowned himself in his own little world. The stars twinkling behind his eyelids definitely meant he was the most hungover he had ever been. That booze Arwood had found sure had been strong. Counting each breath, he inhaled, waited a moment, then exhaled. Nothing really helped. Not even the gentle breeze that fluttered against his face. Hoping he could sleep off the crappy feeling, he was soon startled by soft fur pressing against him. With the wind blowing the other way, he hadn’t smelled the girl and with his senses drowned by booze, he hadn’t heard her until her squeak made his eyes pop open. His whole body tenses and starts away from the tree as he turns on her. Wide eyed, hackles raised, and ears going from pressed forward to flattened, Scald stared back at her. Her scent, now that he could smell her, was similar to this place. “Can you help me?” His voice is hoarse as his body relaxes. Usually he would have gone with a shadier route. Straight to flirting, straight to being a pirate. But as his bi-colored gaze glances over the pretty girl standing in front of him, he wonders if maybe he should just be himself. No trying, no faking it. As he relaxes, he slumps down into a scrunched over sitting position. “I’m really hungover and it fuckin’ hurts,” there is a drawl to his words as he lets his legs slide down until his elbows are on the ground. Looking up at her with the best puppy-dog look he could give her, he even added a little smile in hopes she would take pity on him. S C A L D
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