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Post by willhelm sepher on Nov 26, 2012 15:42:47 GMT -5
 Nails tapped on the wooden surface of the table, a leather leash coiled underneath his palm. The blond's other hand was occupied, fingers curled around the glass, almost empty of its dark, alcoholic substance. A drink or two- three at most- wouldn't hurt anyone while he was waiting. Willhelm wasn't much of a driver. He wasn't going to run anyone over with his non-existent vehicle. In fact, he intended to go for a walk, as soon as his puppy arrived. What if the poor dog got lost? Will thought he'd made it clear which bar they were meeting at.
A second drink down, and Willhelm's stomach was starting to grumble. Maybe he shouldn't have shown up so early. Maybe he shouldn't have skipped lunch. Hopefully, there'd be a big dinner later on tonight. Maybe Puppy would like to join him or even cook for him. Will thought he heard footsteps approaching him. But his head was against the table, bangs brushed to the side and forehead pressing against the wood. "Hello?" Willhelm couldn't hear the footsteps anymore. Were they near? Or had they already left? Maybe they weren't even looking for him. But, still, he lifted his head lazily to see. He was getting tired of waiting. Maybe he needed to go look for that damned mutt.
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Post by MASON STARK on Nov 26, 2012 16:29:00 GMT -5
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"fuck my life..." he muttered as he continued down the street towards the bar will had told him to go to, beating himself up inwardly for actually obeying the damned fool. he could very well just turn around now and ditch him. let him wander home drunk or get if he was lucky enough, get hit by a car before he could reach it. ah, a guy could dream could he? unfortunately even though he had the right to (at least in his opinion) he couldn't find himself actually turning around, his small black ears flattening back as he growled to himself. "dammit..." he muttered, tightening his fists before reluctantly continuing on. mason had been hesitating like this the entire way and he knew he was actually going to show up late. but at least if he showed up chances of being punished for it were less likely. his eyes narrowed at the thought. he still couldn't believe this guy had him trained like this. like a damn animal. that was his exact plan of course. it had been drilled into his head that he was just a pet to him.
it wasn't long before he finally arrived, once again hesitating at the door until a drunkard literally tripped out the door, mason barely avoiding him and looking down to him with a pure look of disgust. humans. they were such idiotic creatures. he rolled his eyes at the thought before walking inside, finding his partner rather easily. "yay.." he growled under his breath, simply looming over him and looking over the damage, wincing at the strong smell of alcohol as willhelm managed a hello. mace didn't answer him though, eyes resting on the sight of leather in his hand. he could only imagine. that was the worst part in his opinion. he could deal with it at home out of public where no one could witness it but he hated the humiliation that came when he treated him like a slave in public. he was already looking soooo forward to this. he was sure this bastard was.
"you look like shit." he pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for the man to recognize his loyal dog. "what the hell do you want?" he continued, staying stood there at a relatively safe distance from the trainer just in case he was drunk enough to do something stupid. then again, he didn't really have to be drunk either.
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Post by willhelm sepher on Nov 27, 2012 3:37:06 GMT -5
Oh, it was Mason! Willhelm's face light up, his smile wide and eyes bright as he straightened in his seat. The empty glass fell from his hand, rolling across the table as he tried to stumble out of his chair while staying upright. He'd insist later that he really wasn't as drunk as he looked. "Oh, Masey, I didn't think I could wait another minute longer for you, boy!" Willhelm exclaimed, sounding excited as he lunged toward the other. He wasn't trying to attack him, or even put that leash on him. In fact, the leash had been left on the table. But he tried to throw his arms around the other's neck, wanting to show him with a hug just how much he'd missed him in that time they'd been apart from each other.
A content hum and Willhelm was whispering to the other, for just him to hear, "I want to go for a walk, boy! I can't do that without you, now can I? It wouldn't be the same. It would be lonely. And it might even be dangerous," the man pouted, his eyelashes batting at his pet. He wouldn't want to go out alone and get hurt, oh no! That's why he had a gijinka. A dog, no less. Someone had to be there to protect him from evil. Oh, wait. He was in Team Rocket. They were the evil and Willhelm knew it too. Nothing scarier out there than them.
"Please, I'm sure you knew why I called you here anyways, you silly pup," Willhelm giggled, a finger wagging at the other. What other reason would the blond have, other than wanting company and a little fun? The bar was filled with drunks, and druggies, and people who Willhelm thought were kind of gross. But there was nothing disgusting about the Houndour. The Gijinka was gorgeous from head to toe. Now if only Will could get him out of those darned clothes. Since when did dogs wear clothes? This was unacceptable.
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Post by MASON STARK on Nov 27, 2012 12:26:04 GMT -5
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mason watched him closely, noticing the brightened features before the man stumbled to get up. yeah... it was going to take a lot of convincing for him to believe he wasn't drunk. he wasn't sure if him being sober was worse or not yet. he supposed he'd find out eventually. "maybe i should have stayed outside a little longer and see what would happen." he mused out loud, actually considering the idea before finally noticing he was actually lunging towards him. he would have dodged but it was much too late as he felt the arms wrapped around his neck, his ears perking in shock as his body tensed up slightly. dammit... why did he have to be so stupid. his ears flattened once more at the thought as he tried to gather as much distance as he could with the other's arms still wrapped around him. "dumbass..." he snarled, his nose scrunched up at the smell of alcohol on his breath. he could already tell this was going to be a long night.
his next group of words didn't surprise him much, though he was somewhat glad he had the decency to keep it down to themselves. then again, they were in a bar with stranger people around. they probably wouldn't give a shit. "unfortunately not." he agreed as he mentioned not being able to go for a walk without him. "not in this state at least." he sighed, almost sounding genuinely concerned over the man's safety. now there was a laugh. he rolled his eyes before quickly maneuvering himself out of the strange man's arms.
"of course." he played along, growling at the term silly pup however and taking a dangerously close chomp at his finger as he wagged it in front of him. that was perhaps the one thing he looked forward to with being a partner of this man. he wouldn't be a 'pup' forever. when he was finally strong enough he could finally be a houndoom. he could try and ditch this loser and continue life on his own. did he actually believe that? well... the odds were definitely against him. but it was still a nice thought that kept him somewhat motivated. and he didn't want to drop it too soon. you never know, the opportunity might come. that is, if this guy didn't simply just work him to death. sadly that was more possible than his escape plan.
"let's just get this over with, eh?" he muttered. "i'm ready to get out of this stinkin' bar and go home." he growled, putting much emphasis on stink. one of the side effects of being a dog pokemon he supposed. if there was a possibility of getting drunk by the fumes alone he could have sworn he'd be stumbling about like this fool he was with.
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Post by willhelm sepher on Dec 1, 2012 15:59:56 GMT -5
Willhelm had soon lost track of his fingers. They'd tangled into those dark locks of hair, brushing and being careful not to pull on it. He felt comfortable against that familiar body. That's all he wanted tonight. Familiar. No other face in this bar was one that he recognized. Maybe he wasn't seeing double yet, but he couldn't tell one face from another at this point. Every blond in the vicinity might as well have been the same person in his mind.
Fingers curled around the edge of the table, leaning back onto it to steady himself now that he no longer had a Mason to lean on. It hadn't been hard for the other to escape the grip, Willhelm wasn't being too rough or forceful. Not yet. Why so soon? They had the whole night now for Will to escalate into his usual, demanding self. "Will you carry me, puppy?" the blond whispered, a pout on his lips as he brushed stray strands of his hair away from his eyes to stare up at the mutt with wide, bright blue eyes.
Behind those eyes was Will's own puppy dog look, in hopes of persuading his pet. It wasn't an order, but a question. One that, yes, he'd accept 'no' as an answer for. But not until after he'd finished his whining and begging. "I'm sure that a pair of big, strong arms like yours could pick up little ol' me without effort," purred the trainer, his arm outstretching to caress Mason's arm, from his shoulder to his elbow, just to emphasize when he said 'strong.'
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Post by MASON STARK on Dec 11, 2012 11:37:01 GMT -5
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mason never really liked the touchy-feely stuff much. to be honest, he wasn't sure if he hated the demanding harsher side or this much too affectionate mess of a drunken man. of course he was much better with dealing with hard labor and abuse than an embrace or even this caressing of his hair. it was just too foreign for comfort. not to mention really awkward for the hardened pokemon. but he didn't complain. there really wasn't much of a point anyway. though he hated to admit it, the guy had him pretty trained. he really wasn't much of an independent man despite how much he had to work alone. he literally was just the pet willhelm had convinced him to be. but that didn't mean he couldn't try to retain some dignity. especially in public like this.
once he had stood back and steadied himself against the table, mason relaxed a bit, his previously tensed muscles going easy as he tilt his head to the side. did he seriously just ask if he'd carry him? his ears flattened back after the request, obviously non too thrilled with the idea. and the puppy dog look he had so efficiently executed seemed to go by unfazed by the hound, simply receiving an eye-roll in response. "seriously?" he sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck. how did he get paired with this guy again? "you need to get sober already." he muttered with a sarcastic chuckle. he was a lot stranger like this. it was like he was a whole different person. one who was possibly much more annoying than the one he was used to.
unfortunately for him, the caressing didn't seem to end as soon as he'd hope for as will made sure to abuse the chance to emphasize how strong he apparently was. he cringed a bit at the contact before growling to himself as he diverted his eyes. "if i do will you stop with this... flirting?" he began, a bit of distaste at the final word. "it's embarrassing." he admitted with a frown, attempting to mirror the other's pout though not quite as expertly. then again, he supposed he could have put more effort into it. but the mere fact he attempted it seemed shameful enough as is.
regardless of whether he accepted this condition or not, mason had come to the conclusion that the quickest way to get out of here was to carry this unsteady trainer. at least until they were out of the bar he supposed. "you're ridiculous, willhelm." he pointed out with a sigh.
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Post by willhelm sepher on Dec 28, 2012 20:03:03 GMT -5
There was a giggle in reaction to the sober comment, one that meant he sure as hell wasn't getting any less drunk as he was now. Willhelm wasn't intending to drink anymore today, but he wouldn't accept a glass of water to sober up either. He was always happier when under the influence of booze. A lot more touchy and affectionate too, which was to say a lot, judging from how cuddly he was sober. "I'll stop flirting in public!" Willhelm chirped the offer, but it was the biggest promise he could make. Away from watching eyes, Mason belonged entirely to the blond, and he intended to say and do whatever he pleased. Despite any protests the dog would try to make.
A breathy laugh left the blond's lips, the stench of alcohol there with every breath. Willhelm's arms both draped up around Mason's neck, pulling at it and even tugging his hair as his fingers laced between the dark locks. "Come on, baby. Where's your sense of fun? Maybe you need to loosen up. Maybe I should buy you a drink," Willhelm offered; a wink as he let his fingers walk down Mason's jaw, one after the other. He thought he had a few coins to spare, somewhere in his pockets. Though it would take a lot of drunken fumbling around and possible near stripping before he could find the extra change. Though Willhelm would do it on purpose. He aimed to tease, please and bring men like these to their knees.
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Post by MASON STARK on Dec 29, 2012 5:31:05 GMT -5
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the longer mason stood there, the more impatient he became. the houndour was none too pleased with this situation and chances of that changing were pretty slim. he really hated the fact that willhelm was entertained by this. sure it wasn't new but that didn't change the fact it pissed him off every time. but he was much too exhausted to worry about arguing too much right now. he had caused quite a bit of trouble today. well... partially. it was kind of difficult to let other zero's have all the fun while he sat home and relaxed before will got a hold of him. he sighed at the thought before waiting for him to finally respond to his demands.
he rolled his eyes at the response he was given, face palming as he knew very well that was the best he was going to get out of this guy. but he supposed it was something. he could deal with the flirts while they were alone and couldn't be watched or even mocked. a low growl rumbled up his chest at the mere idea of it. "i guess that'll have to do." he spoke nonchalantly, deciding to accept the chance he was given and get this night over with.
he scrunched up his nose at the strong smell of alcohol, only to be replaced with a wince as willhelm wrapped his arms around his neck and tugged at his hair. he however couldn't help himself but to lean a bit into the touch, maroon eyes closing. whether he liked to admit it or not, he enjoyed it when people played with his hair. it actually calmed him somewhat. he supposed he could blame the dog in him. willhelm could never know though and as soon as he realized what he was doing, his eyes snapped open and he glared. "your breath stinks.." he snarled. he couldn't let willhelm have the benefit of knowing he knew how to get him like that. so he'd bitch and moan if he had to. though to be honest it wasn't too difficult. will made complaining quite easy for him.
"oh yeah! genius plan!" he spoke sarcastically. "then both of us could be stumbling idiots." he continued before shaking his head. "fat chance. someone has to be sober to make sure you don't do anything stupid." he began. "unfortunately i ended up being the poor fucker to fill the roll." he couldn't deny that it was tempting though. god knew he could use it. even if he wasn't in his right mind and he'd no doubt regret it in the morning, he'd love to get drunk right now. it would make this situation of his less stressful. but he'd just have to wait till they were home or at least somewhere close to then.
he could bet you a million bucks that willhelm would get a kick out of it too. his drunk self wasn't nearly as bad as his sober self. though then again, his drunk self tended to end up in the most stupid situations every time he sobered up the next morning. still... he hesitated, diverting his eyes for a moment before looking back to him. "well.. maybe one drink couldn't hurt.." he mused lowly mostly to himself. he could really use something to take him off edge. but he doubted his trainer had any cash left anyway. considering how drunk he was and no idea how much he had spent on all those drinks.
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Post by willhelm sepher on Jan 3, 2013 15:20:51 GMT -5
No insult ever phased Willhelm. He was having the time of his life and this party had hardly started. He was too proud and vain to be hurt by a few 'you smell bad' retorts. Who didn't love the smell of sweet liquor at this time of night? Mason was delusional. And Willhelm wasn't going to take no as an answer from a delusional man. Alcohol would only make their relationship all the more interesting, and he was feeling a small bit pushy all of a sudden.
The blond pulled his pockets inside out, letting the change fall from his jeans. He scrambled, to get all the coins on the table, then searched through his coat for a few rolled up bills. You never knew which crevasse of the man you'd find money stuffed into. Anywhere that it fit. "Ha! Enough for a few more drinks. A few for me. One for you," Willhelm murmured, doubting that he'd only have 'one' drink. Just one and he'd be whining for more. He would be glad to pamper and spoil his pretty pup tonight.
A couple of the paper notes were stuffed into the dog's hands, a playful wink from the blond as he leaned in, his lips nearly at Mason's throat, as he whispered, "This should do. Be a doll and order me something too? Something hard and tasty- you don't count. I'll taste you later," Willhelm giggled, his hand gently patting at the gijinka's chest. Because Will just didn't have enough alcohol in his system already.
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Post by MASON STARK on Jan 4, 2013 14:40:19 GMT -5
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mason might regret his choice later but for now, it seemed like a pretty solid plan. at least get a little buzzed to take the edge off and keep him from having to deal with a drunk willhelm sober. it's bad enough dealing with someone drunk in the first place but since it was willhelm, because everything was worse with his trainer involved, it was even more difficult and unappealing. besides... he hadn't really drank in a while. something he'd kind of missed. it was tiring being the responsible one of the team, y'know? at least that's what he considered himself to be anyway. so could you blame him for wanting the take the chance? well he might later but he'd cross that bridge when he got to it. for now, his ears would perk when he heard coins scatter as his partner looked for some drinking money.
he leaned back on the edge of the table behind him as he waited for will to gather his cash, rolling his eyes as he searched nearly everywhere he could. being both a part time dancer and team rocket member, he shouldn't be too surprised of where the possibilities lied as far as storing cash went. if it fits, it sits. once again he sighed as he rubbed his forehead with one of those usual unamused expressions on his face. yeup. he could really use a drink before this night officially started. and luckily with will's exclamation, it looked like he'd have at least a glass. his eyes narrowed at the emphasis he put on one however, as if doubting his sincerity. "yeah.. one." he stated firmly. unfortunately will was actually pretty spot on with his assumptions. most of the time it did end up that way. but he was going to try and avoid following the usual routine this time.
with the cash in hand and a drunken man at his neck, mason tilted his head to the side, away from will in hopes of putting a little more comfortable distance between them. much more desperately at the final embarrassing comment. his brows furrowed and he clenched his jaw, about to argue but finally realizing it wasn't any good. at least with the state will was in. "yeah, yeah." he muttered. "keep it up and i'll ignite your fucking cash and head home." he added lowly as he walked away. the threat had nothing behind it though. even if it did, he'd save enough to get that one drink for him to go. that was a given. he'd already planned on getting a drink so the stubborn gijinka was going to receive it one way or another. and with how willhelm was talking, he might need it.
mason sighed at the thought as he headed up to the bartender and ordered some drinks, glad there was nothing to be said from the man at the counter. he'd probably seen worse and thought nothing of the two. that or he decided not to even ask about it. either way, he definitely appreciated it, waiting for their drinks to be filled before reluctantly heading back to will, not at all bothering to give any change back to him as he sat down at the table. "a shot for me..." he began, downing the hard ounce of liquor with a slight wince while holding out the rather clear and non-colored beverage to his trainer. "and water for you." he spoke once his shot was finished, deliberately misplacing his drink choice. what? did you think he'd let the guy get anymore drunk? you're out of your damn mind. if only he could be lucky and it actually work. but if he was going to have to deal with him like this, he was going to have some fun turning the tables on him slightly. at least while he could.
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Post by willhelm sepher on Jan 7, 2013 0:21:44 GMT -5
What was this bullshit? Mason had to be kidding, right? There was no way that this could actually be a simple glass of water. No one could get drunk off of this liquid. There was no alcohol in it! But, just to make sure, Willhelm took the glass with a delicate touch, holding it away from him as if it might be infected with some sobering drugs. Or date rape. But Willhelm wouldn't have minded the latter. He plugged his nose with two fingers and brought the glass close enough to his lips that he could take a sip. Ew. No flipping way. Did Mason expect Will to drink even another sip of this? It was too plain. He could have at least added a few shots of rum to the mixture. Even if it were watered out, it would be better than tasting this nasty substance.
"Take it back, Mason! This probably didn't cost anything at all. I gave you money to get me something pricey and delicious," Willhelm snapped and ordered, his hand jutting out to the other with the glass still held firmly. He wanted his dog to take the glass and return it. Fill it with something better. "Take it now, or I'll dump it on your pretty little shoes. You can lick up the mess like the pathetic pup you are." The blond was growling, unimpressed with this little game. Did Mason find this fun? Was it supposed to be humorous? Willhelm wasn't laughing. The dog should have been lucky his owner even let him have alcohol. Wasn't it supposed to be bad for animals? Didn't it kill him? Oh, boo hoo, Will would get a new dog if this one died.
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Post by MASON STARK on Jan 7, 2013 5:17:13 GMT -5
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okay.... admittedly it was pretty enjoyable for the mutt. he found it fun to see his most hated trainer annoyed. after all the shit he would put him through, he found it much rewarding which was clear by the amused smirk that flashed off his abnormally sharp 'fangs'. actually he might very well do with another shot to enjoy the show. unfortunately he was committed to staying somewhat sober. it wouldn't be a good idea to get too loose. willhelm would certainly abuse the power of having a more relaxed and unstable pet to toy around with. the possibilities that ran through his mind. of course that didn't make him cringe as much at the sudden more sore tone from his unamused partner. he had hoped he was so intoxicated he wouldn't manage to get angry without still managing to slur about and act like a total drunken mess and only entertain him further. it never hurt to experiment though he supposed.
he rolled his eyes with a sigh, shaking his head at the irritated blonde. "spoil sport as usual." he muttered lowly as he scratched the back of one of his small pointed dog ears. oh well. it was fun while it lasted it seemed. it was still pretty rewarding regardless. it always felt like a success on his part when he managed to anger the fellow zero after he managed to do so 24/7. giving him a taste of his own medicine and whatnot. but it was a rare chance, willhelm didn't usually react well to his pet acting out. which is why he thought he might have been easier about it in this state. with a finger poking at the glass held firmly out to him, he pushed back as if hoping to convince him to try it out. "water's good for you. i'm just looking out for my beloved partner." he spoke sarcastically, perhaps getting too carried away with this. but right now all he could think about was annoying this guy even further which seemed pretty easy at this point.
of course will didn't seem to be willing to deal with his bullshit right now, demanding a better drink like that of a spoiled child. under normal circumstances, he might have actually stopped and behave by then to keep from getting into too much trouble with his owner. he certainly didn't like to admit it but willhelm had some control over him, even if mason tried to make it seem otherwise by acting indifferent to it all. however, his next words actually stung a bit, causing that previous smirk of mason's to turn into a threatening snarl. pathetic pup or not, he was a pretty pissed off one now. you'd think he'd have gotten over the pet comments and being treated like nothing more than an animal but it still annoyed him. even worse when out in public like this where other people could possibly judge him, undermine him and consider him nothing more than a worthless animal.
his snarl seemed to soften though before disappearing all together, leaving a midly irritated hound, eyes no longer angrily locked in his trainer's glare. as much as he hated to admit it, being treated like a pet was something he was regretfully starting to find natural. even this guy's scolding's made him want to tuck tail and hide sometimes. the thought only pissed him off more. to think this guy had him trained. he scoffed at the thought as he sat back, looking back to his trainer beyond the glass still held firmly in his face. mason then tilt his head to the side, giving off the impression of a confused animal as he offered a simple yet bitter, "woof" in response, not at all showing any attempt or even interest in following the man's order.
he might have eased back a bit but he wasn't about to suffer his pride that much to obey him now. he already looked like a fool as it is being ordered around like some dog by this angered blonde drunk. he could already feel some eyes uncomfortably on him. he tensed up at the thought, reluctantly turning his full attention to willhelm in order to avoid worrying too much about it. of course he still had no idea how intoxicated will would respond to his rebellious attitude now.
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Post by willhelm sepher on Jan 12, 2013 16:12:03 GMT -5
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Post by MASON STARK on Jan 13, 2013 21:30:28 GMT -5
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his ears flattened as the sound of the glass shattering rang. it caught a few people's attention but ultimately seemed not too unusual. the glass breaking anyway but he supposed being as most drunks were clumsy he shouldn't be surprised. didn't change the fact he wasn't too impressed with his trainers little temper tantrum. he swears, the guy could be such a spoiled brat sometimes. and he was the pet rocket hq gave him to shut him up. that was what he believed anyway. of course his thoughts were broken as well as willhelm continued.
mason's eyes narrowed at the little speech of his, a fact he already very well was aware of but that didn't seem to change the fact he liked to rebel. he couldn't feel pain, he had no real bond like other gijinka, and being around this guy long enough managed to convince him that he really wasn't human at all. some sort of freak. did he care? well... personally no. he didn't give a shit. but he didn't appreciate other people using it as an insult against him. hence why he tried to avoid these situations out in public. it couldn't be avoided with willhelm himself but outside the duo, he'd like to be able to hold some sort of pride. but his drunk trainer didn't seem to be interested in granting him with such a pleasure. then again, he really didn't have to be sober to behave like this either. he was just more pissy about it in this state. at least things didn't get physical. sure he couldn't actually feel it but he didn't want to gather that much attention. this little fiasco was bad enough as it is. "whatever..." he growled under his breath, eyes diverted once more. it was still pretty difficult. looking him in the eyes when he was scolding him. he really did behave like some dog getting lectured by his master. the idea made him huff in annoyance.
despite how much he was trying to be slightly obedient, if you could even call him just keeping his mouth shut obedient anyway, that smirk of willhelm's almost sent the hot tempered canine over the edge as he shot a glare towards him, about to challenge that threat before biting his tongue, reminding himself they were still in public. besides, fighting this drunk would probably not end well for either of them. he sighed at the thought. "yeah, yeah. whatever you say, will." he waved it off, sitting back and crossing his arms as he waited for his next move. he doubted he'd be stupid enough to make him fetch another drink for him again but you could never be too sure. he wasn't about to act on the idea anyway. though after that little spout, he felt like he could certainly do with another shot.
"how much longer are we going to be here, you drunk bastard?" he whined lowly, obviously ready to get out of here before things got too bad. he was starting to regret his actions earlier. he wasn't about to admit to that though. it seemed funnier at the time but he was starting to think it would bite him in the ass later.
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