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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2019 4:28 pm
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If there were festivities, and he didn't happen to have duties of some kind, Herg'r was all over them from start to finish. Provided he didn't slump over snoring somewhere, or take the party elsewhere. Regardless, it still counted. Tonight, he wasn't quite to either point just yet, but he'd been at it long enough that he'd definitely lost count of his drinks.
But really, outside of effects of things like reaction time and coordination, there was very little difference between sober Herg'r and drunk Herg'r. It wasn't like he could get any more boisterous or friendly than he already was. He'd happily laugh and wrestle with his wingmates in whatever state he was in.
It was late enough in the evening that that state was decidedly disheveled, but it worked for him, more or less. He'd long since lost the tie that had been keeping his hair tamed, and there was wine on his shirt, but it was Turn's End. Even if it hadn't been, he wouldn't have cared. He was entirely too relaxed a man to be vain.
So not a thought was spared about his appearance when he caught sight of a very familiar face...but not one who often turned up to parties! He excused himself from his present company with some parting backslaps and made his way toward Mailse with an enthusiastic wave (as though he was easy to miss). "Let you out, did they? About time!"
demon_pachabel my voice for him is so damn vague and unreliable still I am sorry ;~;
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2019 11:12 am
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Barely a moment of taking in the rest of the festivity had passed when the tall man crossed the room and Mailse found herself picking over the other faces around to try and guess who had caught Herg'r's attention. She'd discounted herself from such a thought quickly, content in what nothingness she was, finding herself completely surprised when he did call out to her.
She pointed to herself with an inquisitive expression, waiting for confirmation before she spoke up. "I do occasionally get some time to use how I wish when all of those tots of yours actually sleep," Mailse answered with a soft smile. While he wasn't responsible for all of them (or half, or a quarter....), playing them all off as his fault was something she found some humor in. It wasn't as if he wouldn't have kept them all for his own anyways.
"It looks as if I have missed most of the fun," she noted, with no hint of disappointment in her voice, taking a moment to smooth out the large man's shirt like a fussy mother - which really, she was.
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