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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 2, 2008 23:01:19 GMT -5
"Wait until the option is ripped from you," ::Pietro replied. He would not want to spend his life drunk, but there were times when the option would be welcome.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 2, 2008 23:17:12 GMT -5
"I spent too long without the option to control myself to want to surrender it again," Ty replied, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 2, 2008 23:18:19 GMT -5
::Pietro inclined his head, granting her that.:: "There are times when I'd like to be drunk."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 2, 2008 23:23:20 GMT -5
"When?" she asked, honestly curious. Guessing would involve bringing up someone he wouldn't want to hear about, and she wouldn't stand to do that, not on an evening out.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 2, 2008 23:25:28 GMT -5
::Pietro's eyes momentarily went to the empty bottle of vodka. He would not give a specific situation; he knew that she and the shape-shifter were friends and it would only cause an argument. Instead he remained vague.:: "When I am angry or everyone else is drunk."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 2, 2008 23:34:48 GMT -5
"Getting drunk doesn't help anger," Ty replied, perhaps a little too seriously even for her own comfort.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 2, 2008 23:35:57 GMT -5
"I wouldn't know," ::Pietro replied seriously. His metabolism had prevented it for as long as he had been drinking.:: "I thought of it as a break."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 2, 2008 23:47:01 GMT -5
"Perhaps." Ty shook her head a little. "I don't know if you'd like it though. You're used to being hyper-sensitive to the world, aren't you?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 2, 2008 23:50:21 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly. His hyper-awareness was the only way he remembered the world, although it was also an endless source of frustration for him.:: "Yes."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 3, 2008 20:55:47 GMT -5
"You'd keep that hypersensitivity, it would just be...warped. As if the world were at an angle." Ty had never before tried to describe being drunk.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 3, 2008 21:03:20 GMT -5
::Pietro could not conceive of such warping. Warping to him came with slanted morality.:: "I cannot picture it."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 3, 2008 21:19:41 GMT -5
She nodded, chuckling a little at herself. "And I have a hard time describing it."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 3, 2008 21:24:02 GMT -5
"It will remain a mystery," ::Pietro said, much as naivety and the concept of being an only child and a desire to have children himself remained mysteries to him. The waiter came to clear their plates and ask for dessert. He spoke to her.:: "I may get crepes, if you will have some."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 3, 2008 21:32:15 GMT -5
She nodded agreement, never one to pass up sweets.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 3, 2008 21:34:55 GMT -5
::Pietro placed the order with the waiter, declining the offer for coffee.::
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