#reallifedaniel

Oh! Hello Daniel! It has been a while, hasn't it?

I'm doing alright. Managing to stay alive for now. Not much has been going on. The Infected have been keeping away for my door for some reason. It's starting to worry me.

*Gasps sharply and pulls back his hand, cut in several spots from the broken glass, the drug and blood mixing together on his hand.* Nngh…! *points at Malo* Do not touch my possessions again.

The following morning, Malo awoke to broken shards of glass embedded in his hand, the sharpened sting intensifying with every movement. Wincing as he sat up, he peered down at the dried blood and shattered laudanum bottle, wondering what exactly happened the night prior.

"How... strange," he muttered to himself, carefully plucking a stray shard from his skin. A faint hiss left the musician, soon forcing himself to stand while a wave of dizziness hit him.

*Holds onto Malo’s wrist with an iron grip, trying to reach the bottle.* Enough of this insanity…!

*Hisses as he attempts to keep his hold on the bottle, yet all too obvious was it beginning to loosen*

FORGET IT Mayfair, it's mine! ALL MINE!

*Briskly walks over and tries to snatch the bottle out of Malo’s hand* Give it here, Monsieur! You’ve had more than enough!

*Growls as he attempted to curl himself over the bottle, red hair falling over his face as he tightened his hold upon it*

*Takes a step forward.* Hand over the Laudanum, Monsieur. Now.

*bursts into laughter, holding the small bottle of laudanum close to himself as he stepped back*

Monsieur, give me that bottle. You have had more than enough.

NON! that is noty for YOU to sdecide monsieur!

That still does not give you the right to claim my property as your own. Have you no decency at all?

Asi it was out int he open, perhaps you shouold have kept a better eye on your apparent belingings!