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[latino_menace]

One Drug Lord, lazing about the place and cleaning a couple of swords. One regular one and one rather filled with magic.

No, he really doesn't have anything better to do.

He's also - some people will be glad to know - leaving in a couple of days, for a while. If you want a chance to meet him/bitch him out/throw things etc, now would be a good time.

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Bar food. Stick with Bar food.

Arithon's head tilts and after a few moments he says,

"I see."

He doesn't. He's too tired to see.

[latino_menace]

Ramon shakes his head and laughs. 'You need help walking over to the painting? You have to sleep. No arguments.'

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"No."

He says after some serious thought,

"I can make it. Thank you."

For all of it, really.

[latino_menace]

'Go on then. You're in no state to be in the bar tonight Arithon. Go sleep.'

Unspoken, but obvious - Ramon will be watching him until he leaves the place, to make sure he's not bothered or gets sidetracked into helping someone else along the way.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

He takes the sandwhich with him. While part of his body goes "eh, food" part of it won't rest until he's finished everything he's got his hands on.

There is a minor amount of staggering, and then he gets to, and through, the painting.