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Sep. 10th, 2019 09:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skyhigh_seanceKlaus, who is unhappily coming down from his latest high, stumbles into the bar. Unhappily, because the first ghost that found him as the drugs faded away can't be older than, like, what, five? Six? Hell if he knows, he isn't really a kids sort of person. Stumbles, because it is cold as balls out there and his outfit, while adorable (you know he can rock a sparkly midriff-baring shirt and a pair of leather pants like a boss) isn't quite up to the weather, and... well. He can't quite feel his feet. He's pretty sure they're there, but... welp.
"Nonononono, don't... don't cry, Christ, no, that's... that's horrible, ow, thanks, no, don't... awww, you're coming too? You could just... not?" He mutters at what appears to be open air, wincing at the discordant blast of sound he's pretty sure no one else can hear.
Lucky bastards.
Buy a boy a drink?
Or like, many drinks?
"Nonononono, don't... don't cry, Christ, no, that's... that's horrible, ow, thanks, no, don't... awww, you're coming too? You could just... not?" He mutters at what appears to be open air, wincing at the discordant blast of sound he's pretty sure no one else can hear.
Lucky bastards.
Buy a boy a drink?
Or like, many drinks?
