[ His face twists as the man leans over him. This man reeks of alcohol. He doesn't shift his posture at all though, instead glaring up at the taller man with crossed arms.
It's only when Midnight touches him that he finally moves, shoving Midnight off and taking a step back. ]
I have no name for a drunkard like you. Stop invading my space.
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It's only when Midnight touches him that he finally moves, shoving Midnight off and taking a step back. ]
I have no name for a drunkard like you. Stop invading my space.