he just straight up teleports into the living room. he's got his battered old guitar slung over one shoulder, neck pointed towards the ground, and a bottle of some indescribably strong liquor in one hand — the bottle is artfully shaped like a tentacle dick, because that's just the city theme or something. he extricates himself out of the guitar's strap, sets it down beside the couch and drops into the cushions with a whump. ）
If I ask real nice will you get me a glass with some ice in it?
no subject
knock.
or try the door.
nope.
not this asshole.
he just straight up teleports into the living room. he's got his battered old guitar slung over one shoulder, neck pointed towards the ground, and a bottle of some indescribably strong liquor in one hand — the bottle is artfully shaped like a tentacle dick, because that's just the city theme or something. he extricates himself out of the guitar's strap, sets it down beside the couch and drops into the cushions with a whump. ）
If I ask real nice will you get me a glass with some ice in it?