(Send ❦ for my muse to drunkenly explain what kind of animal your muse reminds them of)
Deep in the southern Kingdom of the Ryukyu there was a distilled spirit rumored to be so potent and so strong that only the bravest dared drink it straight.
Well, challenge accepted. One could not say he wasn’t an adventurous spirit, however in this case that maybe the only good thing someone could say of him! Sitting there before an open bottle, he’d managed to down half of a tea cup of the bitter liquid. That was perhaps a couple of hours ago, as he’d been sitting at the table with his arms folded and his flushed face bowed ever since. Leaning dangerously to one side and looking all the ready to fall over.
How long Inuyasha had been sitting there was something he’d never know, but when he finally felt the boys presence he jerked! A clawed hand hitting the floor hard to spare him from a tumble! Though he could swear the world was falling around him still the moment he opened his eyes. Turning his attention to his son didn’t make things all that better.
“You brought friends?” He hiccuped and gazed at all three of his son, or was it four? Rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand he groaned. “Did one of you just quack? “
*Hic!* “You have this habit of quacking like a duck…must run on your mothers side.”
