The Maker of Things

as requested by @ambitionbled (it won’t let me tag you, sorry!)

CONCERN.

❝How much have you had to drink?❞

❝You could have fucking alcohol poisoning!❞  

❝Easy, there. Try to sit up.❞

❝I think I might’ve overdone it on the alcohol…❞

❝We’ve got to go get your stomach pumped.❞

❝I thought you said you were clean!❞

❝Yes, it is a big deal.❞

❝Let me drive you home.❞

❝You are NOT driving like this!❞

❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞

❝Drinking until you puke is not normal.❞

DRUNK.

❝Is this real life?❞ 

❝I want to go to sleep but I can’t find any sheep.❞

❝How do you show fish affection?❞

❝Taco Bell is open 24 hours, right?❞

❝Tequila is not my friend? YOU’RE not my friend.❞

❝Drunk I am not.❞

-glasses on head- ❝Where did I put my glasses?❞

❝How do I tell my parents I’m a mermaid?❞ 

❝I’m not even tired.❞

❝I should call my ex.❞

❝I’m not drunk enough for this.❞

❝Does playing Mario Kart drunk count as drunk driving?❞

-hugging the floor- ❝I’m trying to stop the floor from spinning.❞

❝Can we go out for fried chicken?❞

ANGST.

❝What’s the fucking point anymore?❞

❝Screw recovery. I want a drink.❞

❝I’m too sober for this shit.❞ 

❝I don’t give a shit what you think.❞

❝I seriously don’t feel too good.❞

❝I didn’t even have that much to drink.❞

❝Will you stop fucking interrogating me?❞

❝I can drive. I’m fine.❞

❝There’s a reason I drink so much.❞

❝You’re the reason I drink so much.❞

❝I’m only happy when I’m drunk.❞

FLUFF/FUN.

❝You’re cute, you know that?❞ 

❝You wanna get wasted?❞

❝I’m bar-hopping tonight, wanna come?❞

❝What are you drinking, and why aren’t you sharing?❞

❝I’m having a party for two.❞

❝You’re so hot.❞

❝I’m usually too chicken-shit to say this, but…I really like you.❞

❝I don’t want to kiss you with your alcohol breath.❞

*kisses on forehead*

*kisses on cheek*

She flinched at the words as she thought she was alone, her arm was extended out while her hidden blade slipped from beneath her sheath and sparkled with electricity. For a minute, she tried to figure out why the guy looked familiar until she muttered, “Oh… oh fuck…”

Rebecca tried to catch her breath but her side was still burning. She remembered getting shot before waking up… no, this is just ridiculous. That Piece wasn’t the time traveling one. She had heard what happened to that one unless that was just ruse.

Her thoughts returned back to the current moment as she brought back her arm down, flicking her wrist so that the blade returned back into its sheath while she replied with her head turned away from the man, “It’s… I’m fine. Just gotta stay hidden for a bit, but I’ll be fine to walk soon.”

  That familiar motion of the arm in order to draw forth or back an almost divine weapon for the creed didn’t go unnoticed. Once he realized that they were one of them, Malik didn’t know if he should be surprised or not since he had always believed their creed was always one step ahead of the present. His thoughts quickly got interrupted however, the moment he noticed the blood that started to drip from their side. Were they hurt? If so then they needed treatment immediately. Blood loss was something that should be taken lightly. 

         “You are wounded.” 

    The Dai also didn’t fail to notice how alerted they were. Were the Templars after them? Now that would not be surprising at all. 

“Listen... It’s fine. I just... need to take a breather and figure out where I’m at,” she huffed out a shaky breath. Her eyes continued to glance around to be sure that no one else had entered here. It would be a matter of time since now he was standing here and she didn’t want to drag one of the famous Assassins here. She’s already causing problems just for talking with him.

It didn’t help that she revealed herself by bringing out her hidden blade, but it was now a defense mechanism at best.

@burnedhiddenblade is touching things they shouldn’t be touching!

“Hey! Hands off!”

Rebecca quickly snagged her laptop from the man’s hands and cuddled it close to her chest.

“The fuck are you and why are you touching my stuff?”