originally posted in:The New Dojo
*I stagger through the Dojo, a bottle of [i]Orange Death[/i] in my right hand, while feeding myself a burger in the other.*
"Stupid..<nom>.. F*hic*ing..<munch>.. Dip-s*hic*... <gulp>Portals... An*hic* their..<nom>. Stupid..<munch>.. La*hic*ings....."
*Tripping over a raised nail of the hard-wood floors, I fall out into a courtyard in a heap*
"Ah, <gulp>... F*hic*k you too*hic*...."
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
English
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Are you okay? [b]Garin stands over you, a look of suspicion on his face.[/b] You look like you need some cocaine... cocaine... COCAINE!
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"Nah......." *looks up blearily at you* "I'm good...."
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*walks over to the distorted human with a cup carrier thingy with four pumpkin-spice lattes in it* Uhmm... are you ok? *the voice sounds rather young, coming from a four foot anthropomorphic arctic fox in orange running shorts and a white tank-top, who had just been to the resident starbucks in the area after going on a jog around the Dojo*
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"J-just...*hic* waiting.... For th*hic*... Stufffsh.... To wear*hic* off....." *Waves around the bottle of faintly glowing orange substance at you* "Now.... Biggish... *hic*.... Kitteh..... Scraaaaaa....." *passes out*
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*tilts my head* Huh... *sets down my coffee and drags the intoxicated...uh... person (i dont know name) to a bench. Goes back to get my coffee and sits on the bench next to... her(?) and sips my latte*
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*a little girl walks by, only to spot me* "Ohh..... She's out. I'll take her home." *The 8-year-old kid picks up my unconscious body and begins to walk away, whistling*
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Whaaaaaaaa..... *ears are sideways*