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So it would appear that the High Inquisitor is no longer gracing us with his presence. An unfortunate event indeed.
It is perhaps a little late to point out that the majority of you acted with absolute disregard for common sense, so I'll spare you the lecture for now. Though I do wonder if etiquette lessons are necessary.

On that note, I will announce that the wedding is now unnecessary and is in fact, cancelled. If you hadn't figured out why by now, there's no hope for you. Of course, we were never intending on allowing it to go so far, that would have been ridiculous.

I'm sure you're all very disappointed.

[If you are Constance, Bro or an Ampora kid he would have found you and talked to you prior to posting it. Whether you want to handwave that or not is up to you, but I'm down with doing action posts here.]

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[An hour later and Bro is just as drunk and talkative as Murdoc, empty bottles of fire whiskey littering his desk now. Bro's drunken state highly depends on the atmosphere of wherever he's at, and with Murdoc in the room and talking, it's rubbed off in him. As open as he usually is with Murdoc, being drunk has opened him up even more from the looks of it. Bro is leaning into Murdoc without a care in the world, smiling way more than he has in a long, long time.

It only grows wider the more Murdoc speaks. These things are good things to hear. Every single thing just makes him smile even more and by the time Murdoc is finished, he's practically grinning, face taking on an even redder colour than it had preciously.]

You're too fuckin' sweet... And you're so sexy. Let's be honest here, I ain't seen any other man that could has ever compared to how sexy you are. I've been with a lot of guys, but... Just. Damn. You've gotta be the hottest.

[You got him on that train of thought and now he's just going to keep rambling a little while longer about how sexy Murdoc is. It might get a little repetitive at times, but oh well. He's trying to hammer in that point.

Finally, he comes back around to the topic of Sybille.]

I'm glad she's gone, too, I mean... She was just in the fuckin' way. I can't believe I ever slept with her, either. Man, in hindsight she was a boring lay. I regret it. We're both better off the fuck without her. Because now it's just you, me and an endless future.

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[At that comment, Murdoc can't help but give Dirk a devious smile. He isn't coherent enough to give Dirk the response he wants, but he's damn capable of giving him his best sexy kiss. Or at least, his best drunk sexy kiss. Which is a lot sloppier and messier than his usual one. Probably not half as good either, but he's drunk and he wants to put his mouth all over Dirk's face. He doesn't see Dirk complaining about that either.

He slips a hand between them to rub Dirk's thigh, but he's way too drunk to do anything with him at this point. He's just going to press kisses to the side of his face and let him talk.]

I can't believe that you slept with her. [He snorts to himself.] I hated you so fuckin' much. I wanted to punch your beautiful face for it. [He smiles as if that's any sort of fond memory.] I miss her already. [He drums his fingers against his glass, looking thoughtful before slurring out more.] But it'sforthebest I suppose.

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[If Bro were sober, Murdoc's words would've given him even more whiplash than they already do. As it was, they took a few seconds to really hit him and to actually process, and all the while he's giggling slightly at the idea of Murdoc hitting him, and just... overall stupid, drunk giggling. And then Murdoc's words kinda get to him and he can't help but feel a little... annoyed? Hurt? Definitely confused, because didn't Murdoc just say that he was glad she's gone? Nothing makes sense anymore, holy shit he's too drunk for reality.]

Yeah, it is, but... Uh. I thought you just said that you didn't miss her? You're confusin' me here. Am I just imagining things now or what?

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I lied.
[He can't help pouting a little. For a moment he looks as if he might cry, but he swallows it down and shakes his head.]
I do miss 'er. I can't..not. That's stupid, I don't want to be stupid.
[He presses his face against Dirk's arm, shutting his eyes and sighing.]
I'm glad I have you. I'd be stupid without you.

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[Bro isn't sure what to say. That look on Murdoc's face was hard to handle, and when he rests his head on his arm, he just reaches out to pet his hair.]

It ain't stupid... she's stupid. And... I'd be stupid without you, too. Lotta stupid in this room tonight...

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[Murdoc nuzzles further into him, as if he's trying to disappear against him. He hates himself for saying it and he hates himself for it being true.

He grumbles quietly before letting out a long yawn.]

Let's be stupid n' sleep.

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Mm...

[He doesn't mind it if Murdoc disappears into him. Even if that would be weird. At least then they'd be closer and maybe less stupid. Or maybe two stupids molded together is just even more stupidity.

Who knows.]

Yeah... That'd be good. You want me to carry you to bed like a romantic motherfucker?

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[Honestly it's probably a little of both. They're good for each other, nobody can deny that. They can be positive influences once in while. The majority of the time they seem to get caught up in being ridiculous, but it's hard to realise when they're so mad for each other.

Murdoc lets out a laugh, pulling away and wobbling to his feet so he can crouch and hold out his arms.]

C'mere....sssstud!

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Ahah... Alright then.

[There's absolutely no way this is going to end well, but Bro isn't thinking about that. Actually, it seems like a damn good idea to him. He's used to being the manlier one all the damn time, who knows. Maybe it could be nice to be carried himself once in a while. So that's why he's rising to his feet shakily, too, and making his way over.

He's going to just... awkwardly fall into Murdoc's arms. Hopefully this doesn't end up killing them both.]

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Here we go!

[He crows as Bro falls into his arms. As the other man approaches he swears he looks like the most beautiful, blurry man he's ever seen. When he's in his arms he wraps his arms tight around him and buries his face into his neck before hoisting him up into his arms with all his strength.

God, he's going to regret this tomorrow, he thinks as he stumbles and shakes toward the bed. This is bad.]

Yer heavy.

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Whoa!

[He can't help but call out in surprise when Murdoc lifts him, taken off guard by the fact that Murdoc was able to lift him at all. Somehow, that was just really surprising. But then he starts laughing, as he reaches up to lazily through his arms around Murdoc's neck, before resting his head against his chest. When Murdoc speaks, it doesn't really register as a possible insult like it would if he were sober.]

Really? I feel fuckin' light right now...

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Me too!
[Murdoc snorts laughing, wobbling along and rushing forward to brace himself against the wall. For some reason everything is super fucking funny, especially the fact that he feels like he's going to float away. That must be why walking is hard.] S'probably the booze.

[He pushes himself through the bedroom door and practically throws Dirk on the bed before slumping half on it and half off it himself.] Fuck.

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Or maybe it's 'cuz you're holdin' me... But maybe the booze made me lose weight... Or maybe it's like an anti-gravity thing, or... I dunno. I forgot where I was going with this.

[When Murdoc throws him on the bed, he lets out a 'wee!' before going limp, suddenly really overwhelmed by how comfortable the bed feels. Damn, he could seriously fall asleep really easily right now. He drags his head up though, when he hears Murdoc speak.]

...You need help there, babe?

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I don't think gravity turns off because you're bein' carred. ...'less you're underwater. S'like you're really floatin'.

[He smiles fondly up at him as he yells that. God, he's so cute. He's gonna get up there and cuddle him...or he's going to squirm around trying to. He's reaching pathetically for Dirk's legs now.]

A little..

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[Don't try and tell him how gravity works right now. That's just asking for trouble. Because now he's thinking about it, and it's a few second after Murdoc speaks again that he comes to his senses.]

Oh! Right, okay.

[He drags himself forward, reaching out to takes Murdoc by the arms and tug as hard as he can.]

Hnnnnnngh!

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[Murdoc yelps as he's dragged forward and scuffles his feet hopelessly on the floor before he finally manages to climb up the bed and onto Bro, sprawling clumsily over the top of him and nuzzling against him.]

Why're you so fuckin' gorgeous? I can't believe I'm shaggin' someone so fuckin' gorgeous. [He's going to nestle against his chest.] Must've won the sex lottery.

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[Bro just fucking laughs at all of this as Murdoc scrambles onto the bed, because for some reason this is too hilarious. But man that took a lot out of him, and he just falls back onto the bed breathing a little heavily and feeling dizzy. Oh, the wonder of booze.

His arm goes around Murdoc as he nestles into him, splitting into a grin at Murdoc's words.]

Man you know just what to say to get me all hot 'n bothered. [He throws a leg around Murdoc and just kind of smooshes himself all over him.] I think we're both fuckin' rich in the gorgeous departmnet.

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We're rich in all of the deparments, aren't we?

[He hums, pressing his face against Dirk so he can just inhale his delicious man smell. His man smell. He adores him so much, it's crazy how safe he feels against him. He thinks about complimenting him, but the words don't even leave his mouth. In a few moments he's snoring against Dirk's chest, his own chest moving in a slow rythym as he does. Yup, he's down for the count.]

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[Bro is pretty much out before Murdoc is, any reply he had trailing off as he breathes deeply and actually tries to think of one, failing inevitably. So he just falls asleep, his arm around Murdoc and his mouth falling open. Overall, he's quite comfortable. The hangover, however, is going to be a bitch.]