text; un: berserker

[curruid_coinchenn]

for those that knew him, flat escardos is gone.

don't ask me anything else about him.

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[curruid_coinchenn]

Hm...Maybe. I don't know.

[ It seems like Caster has hit a magic spot; Berserker leans forward into the touch between his horns with a pleased hum. Not even the booze has taken the edge off as much as physical affection like this has. They're not bonded, but it still feels pleasant. ]

If you're not careful, I'm going to fall asleep...

[ Might be a good time to wander on home, lest Caster have to deal with a sleeping dragon. Or not deal, more likely. ]

[futhark]

Was I ever careful... [ A short laugh. ] If anything they're not nearly the time of closing the place yet.

[ That's an encouragement. If Berserker wants to take a nap on him, so be it— he came here to comfort after all. They can stay like that for some time, hour, maybe two. Then when Berserker sobers a bit, he could haul him home. ]

[curruid_coinchenn]

...Mm, good point.

[ On both accounts, really. He knows all too well that Caster isn't careful in most of the things he does. There's a certain trust between them know and safety in his presence that allows him to feel safe enough to sleep. ]

Just for a little bit... [ He mutters, his eyes closed. ]