Reaper had learned after his death that his suffering would never be soothed with alcohol, so he turned his attention from what Reyes used to do to cope to focusing entirely on plotting and carrying out his revenge. Every step was to that end, though that had been taken from him that's to Deerington and now this place.
So now he was back to occasionally drinking the paint stripper shit that 76 had fermented. Old habits died hard he supposed.
"No, not as much," he agreed. "Perhaps it won't just be for those bad days when you're trying to sleep and more socially now," he added. He knew that it was more social these days, but before he and 76 had began to occupy a hammock a bit more regularly, he knew that 76 still indulged and he had just plain not bothered to sleep. Neither habit was good for one another.
While 76 busied himself with the pot, Reaper was tucking his braid of hair away down the back of his jacket and pulling his hood back up over his. He didn't yet affix his mask over his face just yet, watching 76 bustle about so the house didn't burn down while they were gone. "Yes, we're going on a date. Maybe you're thick skull will even process that information in a day or two," he said, poking 76's self-revulsion verbally.
He walked over and slung his arm companionably around 76's shoulders, pulling the younger man into motion so that they could leave the safe house they often shared. "Just waiting on you, old man. As always."
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So now he was back to occasionally drinking the paint stripper shit that 76 had fermented. Old habits died hard he supposed.
"No, not as much," he agreed. "Perhaps it won't just be for those bad days when you're trying to sleep and more socially now," he added. He knew that it was more social these days, but before he and 76 had began to occupy a hammock a bit more regularly, he knew that 76 still indulged and he had just plain not bothered to sleep. Neither habit was good for one another.
While 76 busied himself with the pot, Reaper was tucking his braid of hair away down the back of his jacket and pulling his hood back up over his. He didn't yet affix his mask over his face just yet, watching 76 bustle about so the house didn't burn down while they were gone. "Yes, we're going on a date. Maybe you're thick skull will even process that information in a day or two," he said, poking 76's self-revulsion verbally.
He walked over and slung his arm companionably around 76's shoulders, pulling the younger man into motion so that they could leave the safe house they often shared. "Just waiting on you, old man. As always."