[ Just. Draaaaags a hand down his face. Fuck this, talking obviously isn't going to work. He holds up a finger before wandering off in search of a pen. I'll be nice and say there's one just elsewhere in the common room, and when he returns to the bar he grabs a napkin and begins to write. ]
Taragulg bluyvhng imbultwine
[ then he slides that over, as if it's all the explanation in the world. ]
[ Vlad raises an incredulous eyebrow, but when he looks back at the napkin, he realizes what he's written. His eyes go wide in horror and he just barely keeps from dropping his head flat against the bar surface. He crumples it and throws it. Fuck throwing it in the garbage properly, it just lands wherever.
Then he decides to grab another napkin and try again. This time, he goes for drawing: two rectangles crossing over each other that he then holds up over his mouth as if it's tape sealing his lips shut. ]
[ ah, and what condolences these are! Vlad raises the glass in a 'cheers' gesture before taking a huge drink. Thank you for enabling this coping mechanism, my dude. ]
[ he'll just. raise a pointed eyebrow at the sake. not out of judgement or anything, just. you're a sake man, huh? that's rather unusual (for him, at least). ]
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[He doesn't know Vlad's cursed. RIP.]
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Taragulg bluyvhng imbultwine
[ then he slides that over, as if it's all the explanation in the world. ]
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Is this some sort of code?
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Then he decides to grab another napkin and try again. This time, he goes for drawing: two rectangles crossing over each other that he then holds up over his mouth as if it's tape sealing his lips shut. ]
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[After Vlad leaves, Omi will probably put the napkin away properly, but for now.]
Did something happen?
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My condolences.
[Press F in chat.]
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While he's here anyway, he'll pour himself a small bit of sake.]
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