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[ Ah, well. What's this now? This is Vlad sourly sipping at a glass of gin at the bar. He's hunched over and silent and staring straight ahead like the bar itself has wronged him deeply. ]
[ oh, christ. someone actually spotted him. he drags a hand down his face and directs the sour look at Omi before simply shaking his head. ]
[ the answer to that is really not something that can be communicated through gesture, so Vlad's first instinct is to speak. And what comes out is: ]
Magabunta lawa.
[ ...oh jesus.
He immediately grabs the bottle of gin and tops off his glass before starting to chug. This is BULLSHIT. ]
Magabunta lawa.
[ ...oh jesus.
He immediately grabs the bottle of gin and tops off his glass before starting to chug. This is BULLSHIT. ]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
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. ]
[ Just raises a single eyebrow like "what the hell do you think?" ]
[ 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). ]
[ This is Vlad in the kitchen, surrounded by an array of baking ingredients: flour, cocoa powder, butter, eggs, so on and so forth.
He's reaching for the baking powder that he's laid out on the counter, which, due to his singleminded BAKING BRAIN he's not realizing is encroaching on Omi's space. ]
He's reaching for the baking powder that he's laid out on the counter, which, due to his singleminded BAKING BRAIN he's not realizing is encroaching on Omi's space. ]
Edited 2021-02-14 03:13 (UTC)
[ Well, Vlad can't match Omi's calmness, so. Sorry. ]
Do you need the baking powder or not?
Do you need the baking powder or not?
[ He'll measure the right amount out carefully, gently....and then DUMP IT VICIOUSLY into the bowl and start whisking it vigorously.
He slams the can of baking powder down on the counter and it sends a tuft of powder up into the air. ]
He slams the can of baking powder down on the counter and it sends a tuft of powder up into the air. ]
Edited 2021-02-14 04:18 (UTC)
[ ...huh. another angry baker. unexpected--especially from this very chill-ass dude. ]
Hmm. You too, then?
Hmm. You too, then?
[ hmmf! damn right he does! ]
Apparently trying to help solve a murder constitutes suspicious behavior these days.
Apparently trying to help solve a murder constitutes suspicious behavior these days.
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