lets try this shit again

[crownless]

choose your character!
(or pick another one)

TRAVIS TOUCHDOWN / NO MORE HEROES local otaku assassin needs to be dunked on

KUNG JIN / MORTAL KOMBAT X he's here he's queer and he's sort of a mess

LILITH / BORDERLANDS She,,,,,,

SUMIO KODAI / THE SILVER CASE that's it for this video, if you enjoyed this self-destructive tearing down of big industry remember to like comment and subscribe

GARCIAN SMITH / KILLER7 maybe the real killer7 was the friends we made along the way

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[arcuballista]

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( Anyone who does not consider cereal and wine as a balanced breakfast needs to leave immediately. )

;)

[phytomancy]

[Wine, cereal, and coffee for breakfast? Sure: hair of the dog, and all that. And if it needed to be a dog, in the end, let it be a well-pedigreed, glossy-coated one that made the blistering hangover at least marginally bearable.

Marginally.

Thinking about the wine helps. Dom blinks groggily, rolling dark red wine over his tongue, and contemplates the flavor, the chemicals that comprise the liquid. It makes him feel better, and it's distraction from the splitting migraine as well as whatever cursed family heirloom was totally smashed to bits the night before in a drunken haze.

He leans his cheek on his hand, elbow propped up next to his cereal.]

Seoya...

[Okay. That's enough thinking. With a groan, his elbow drifts sideways... and his face plants onto the table, buried in his arm.]

My head's gonna kill me. Can you put me out of my misery?

[arcuballista]

( Seo would accept nothing less. Thank goodness for her family's wine cellars. She is - unfortunately for Dom - looking far too put together and chipper for someone who was throwing up jello shots at 1am the night before. Maybe it's because she got it all out of her system then, who knows.

Or maybe she's just infuriating that way.

Fingers curl around the stem of her glass and swill the liquid around habitually, lips pursed tight enough that she just might stop from laughing at Dom's current predicament. )

That's what the wine is for, darling. ( Seo, we know you have a nice voice, but now is not the time to sing-song your words. Or collapse into tinkling laughter at the expression on Dom's face. ) We'll be so drunk you don't remember feeling like this.