[ hopefully the parking garage isnt far, because the drug is starting to set in, and it doesn't mix very well with the alcohol already in his system. The world seems to tilt and spin around him, the same haunting face that's distinctly Ronan flashing in crowds, over the faces if strangers passing. There must have been something messed up in that flask.
By the time they get to the mitsu, Murphy's practically melted against kavinsky's side, eyes swimming and mind foggy. The door swings open, and he blinks at the leather seats waiting for him to crawl onto, slumping forward to fall with his hands heavy against them. ]
M'gonna try real hard not to get whiskey dick. [ Murphy murmurs as he shimmies his way in, flipping to face Kavinsky, a smile pulling back over his lips once they're closed into the car, music humming lowly from the speakers. Chewing at a lip, he reaches a hand up to k's cheek, brushing fingers through his hair. He's so, so pretty. No matter what he's wearing, there's something that just seems unreal and dreamlike about him. ]
Wish I'd been more sober for this, but. [ leaning forward, he tugs kavinsky's face up to meet him, kissing him slow and sweet. He's too, too honest like this, and he'll hate himself for it later. ] Not about you, or this.
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By the time they get to the mitsu, Murphy's practically melted against kavinsky's side, eyes swimming and mind foggy. The door swings open, and he blinks at the leather seats waiting for him to crawl onto, slumping forward to fall with his hands heavy against them. ]
M'gonna try real hard not to get whiskey dick. [ Murphy murmurs as he shimmies his way in, flipping to face Kavinsky, a smile pulling back over his lips once they're closed into the car, music humming lowly from the speakers. Chewing at a lip, he reaches a hand up to k's cheek, brushing fingers through his hair. He's so, so pretty. No matter what he's wearing, there's something that just seems unreal and dreamlike about him. ]
Wish I'd been more sober for this, but. [ leaning forward, he tugs kavinsky's face up to meet him, kissing him slow and sweet. He's too, too honest like this, and he'll hate himself for it later. ] Not about you, or this.