Hey, Robert, bro! You still out and about? I know it’s probably early for you in the bar crawls, but if you have some time, want a drinking buddy? And by drinking buddies, I mean you do the drinking and I keep the water coming!
hell yeah, im still out don’t see the point if you’re not drinking though are you just gonna watch me drink as you sip on some water or whatever christ’s sake, at least get a virgin drink or something. I can pick one out for you unless you’re picky then you’re outta luck.
SNAKES, snakes entangle his heart, crawl through the scant, tight, spaces in his blasphemous soul. The stained glass windows arch over their crouching forms forbiddingly; he feels so SMALL against the LORD’S holy light, it’s difficult to breathe with all the dust in the air, mingling like love starved bodies against the dark backdrop of the chapel. Robert Small enters this divine forest with purpose && a knife in hand: he’s ready to hack away at the overgrown ferns && chaparral riding up the side of the Church from years of DECAY, MISUSE, && NEGLIGENCE.
He’s prepared, to put that GOD-SERVING BLADE to use, && tear through the very gullet of the diabolical vessel that makes homage in the Minister’s honeyed, meridional, vocals. ‘ Please…’ He says, retreating backwards in his finally spit-shined church shoes. ‘ You’d be an idiot to pull through with this…’
IT WAS IMMEDIATELY OBVIOUS TO ROBERT THAT JOSEPH KNEW WHY HE WAS HERE. A snarl curled across his sharp features, gritting his teeth. Not once had he broke rhythm in his step as he stormed closer, blade adhered in calloused hands. He moves at a quick pace, stopping just short of the minster’s toes as he jerks his hand upwards, blade stopping just short of the thin layers skin of Joseph’s throat threatening to slice through, prepared for what would ensue if he were to follow through, ready for the blood to be on his hands. For once, this would all be worth it. God knows Robert would follow through if enacted.
He gives a husky growl, stale cigarettes and whiskey tattooed to his breath from years of abuse, though with his stance, it couldn’t be any clearer that Robert was shockingly SOBER. ❝Good thing I’m a fuckin’ idiot, yeah?❞ he’d reply, not once breaking eye contact. ❝I should have done this a long time ago.❞
THE MAN WOULD SNORT IN AMUSEMENT as he pulled back, his own cockiness OBVIOUSLY getting to his head. ❝Shouldn’t say things you can’t own up to, Hugo,❞ Robert responds, as slight delay in his words as he found himself chuckling, analyzing the other’s bewilderment. ❝… If you don’t want me to do it again though, I won’t. I’m a man of my word.❞
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Ah!! It says right in my rules that if you have an RP sideblog to tell me, and we’ll all be G 👌
“– i’m not much of a whiskey drinker, robert.” it wasn’t the taste, the taste was fine– had to be with how he couldn’t handle a drink. “– but a few shots can’t hurt, i reckon.”
❝That’s the spirit, big guy❞ he’d respond, barely throwing a glance at this evening’s drinking companion. Sometimes, it felt interesting to take SOMEONE ELSE bar-hopping for a change. Made him wonder how the night would turn out. Robert flags down Neil, who instantly pours two shots without Robert even making a request, then slides one down to Brian. ❝Ready whenever you are.❞
