Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190616163743/@comment-5583506-20190624222852

The dog-man gave her a humbled nod back. "Goodnight, Kay", he murmured. He strutted away to find his room, only realizing now once he stood upright just how much he had been drinking. The hallways seemed to sway from side to side as if he was on a ship, and he found himself smashing into the walls, desperately clutching to them for support, probably making small scratch marks in them.

It just then hit him like a solid, bitter hammer to his mandibles, that he had been flirting with Kayleigh. Had that really happened? Or had that just been wishful thinking? It slowly dawned on him that it really had, and to make things worse he had been gradually getting drunker. He let out a small frustrated scream of discomfort, akin to that of a pained howl and a yelp. He bet he must have made such an impression on her.

He must have reeked somewhat awfully ... at least more so than usual. What if he had drooled all over her? Now that the situation had begun to dawn on him, he felt the urge to just run back and apologize for ... whatever he had probably done; assuming he had done something. But then again he always assumed he had done something. He reckoned that the first one to hear about it would be Naomi and then things were bound to get heated.

He smashed through the closest bedroom available, uncertain whether or not someone lived there. Not that it mattered. It was his crib now. His safe space. If people wanted their room back, they'd have to ask nicely or live with the fact that he had been sleeping in their bed.

The mutant dropped on to the bed. He didn't bother removing his clothes. It did get rather uncomfortable however with all the weapons on his back, and so he rolled over to his side, biting into the pillow. A growing concern began to take form: if there had been so much as a snowball's chance in hell for him to get closer to Kay, had he fucked it up?

He reckoned that tomorrow would have to be the judge of that. Either Naomi would be standing over him with a livid expression, ready to neuter him, or Kayleigh would be dead terrified of him. He was tired and his head was pounding, and he wasn't quite sure it was just the alcohol.