[ the anxiety bomb is now there and it's ticking and noone will know about it ever probably. that's how vergil worked, that was just the new reality. ]
It only now occurs to me, due in fact that you have said it, because quite simply, I do not strike out to be someone who invites 'being spoiled'. I will be terribly aware of it now and on in to the future.
[ another dry quip meant to be something of a joke, he's even waving his hand a little, dismissively, as he returns to admiring his new sword. Taking it out of the sheathe to admire the silvery, nearly untouched blade. ]
I am not a ... party pooper, as you call it, I merely am not a party animal like certain people. [ and queue nero shouting something loudly in the other room. as if asked for. ] --But. I digress.
...In my graduating year of university. I graduated as my year's SCL, and a few of my colleagues thought they would try to embarrass me by challenging me to a drinking contest during our post-graduation party.
I was not interested, of course, but for the sake of showing up as not to be rude to my fellow classmates, expecting some foolish game of poker with shots, or something of the sort, but no.
Let us just say there was boxed wine and long tubes involved and that is about as much as I am willing to share. Perhaps all I am able to share, as I believe the English term to use here is 'blackout drunk.'
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It only now occurs to me, due in fact that you have said it, because quite simply, I do not strike out to be someone who invites 'being spoiled'. I will be terribly aware of it now and on in to the future.
[ another dry quip meant to be something of a joke, he's even waving his hand a little, dismissively, as he returns to admiring his new sword. Taking it out of the sheathe to admire the silvery, nearly untouched blade. ]
I am not a ... party pooper, as you call it, I merely am not a party animal like certain people. [ and queue nero shouting something loudly in the other room. as if asked for. ] --But. I digress.
...In my graduating year of university. I graduated as my year's SCL, and a few of my colleagues thought they would try to embarrass me by challenging me to a drinking contest during our post-graduation party.
I was not interested, of course, but for the sake of showing up as not to be rude to my fellow classmates, expecting some foolish game of poker with shots, or something of the sort, but no.
Let us just say there was boxed wine and long tubes involved and that is about as much as I am willing to share. Perhaps all I am able to share, as I believe the English term to use here is 'blackout drunk.'
I won.
I do not want to win ever again.