"Surre." His voice sounds a little funny. He takes the glass from Courfeyrac, and walks over to the bottle of rum to refill it. Pouring rum into the cup is harder than he remembers it being. His hands get wet, as does the carpet, and his pants. He frowns down at them. That's not where rum should be.
Standing up with the glass he wanders back over to the couch, and takes a seat next to 'Ferre.
"'s a party, no'one needss to go sleep on time." He laughs "No cat classes tom'rrow. Or iff he did, 'd bet he'll sleep through." He looks fondly at the little thing. "It'd be cool to be ' cat."
He takes a drink of the rum.
"Sleepin' alll day. Pret'ndin to kill... little things. Chewing on fingers. 'Smaybe toes."
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Date: 2013-01-14 02:16 am (UTC)He takes the glass from Courfeyrac, and walks over to the bottle of rum to refill it.
Pouring rum into the cup is harder than he remembers it being. His hands get wet, as does the carpet, and his pants. He frowns down at them. That's not where rum should be.
Standing up with the glass he wanders back over to the couch, and takes a seat next to 'Ferre.
"'s a party, no'one needss to go sleep on time." He laughs "No cat classes tom'rrow. Or iff he did, 'd bet he'll sleep through." He looks fondly at the little thing.
"It'd be cool to be ' cat."
He takes a drink of the rum.
"Sleepin' alll day. Pret'ndin to kill... little things. Chewing on fingers. 'Smaybe toes."