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Jul. 7th, 2018 01:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cottoncandypinkWilford is feeling better today. Marginally. He doesn't feel like he's going to die, at least.
His mood has not improved. He's currently at the bar, holding what he has since learned to be a great dane puppy on top of it, trying to convince the bar to take the creature back.
I can't do that.
He looks at the napkin and flings it away. "Why not?" Ow. He powers through the pain in his face, because this is an argument he is going to win.
Logistics.
"The fuck does that mean!?" he shouts.
Ow. Fuck. He cringes and grabs the side of his face. Everything hurts and this isn't helping.
His mood has not improved. He's currently at the bar, holding what he has since learned to be a great dane puppy on top of it, trying to convince the bar to take the creature back.
I can't do that.
He looks at the napkin and flings it away. "Why not?" Ow. He powers through the pain in his face, because this is an argument he is going to win.
Logistics.
"The fuck does that mean!?" he shouts.
Ow. Fuck. He cringes and grabs the side of his face. Everything hurts and this isn't helping.
