//Brown Substance [For Good or For Bad]== [[FO]]

Not much longer, the chunky flow had ceased. Splattered remains were not contemplated even once after the end. All the young man merely did was rise back on proper ground and swipe the remnants of thick, brown liquid around the mouth on his arm. Sticky and full of horrendous odor of digestive juices and half-disintegrated food particles, the liquid received a sniffle and a look of nonchalant emotion. In his stupor, the young man's tongue licked the liquid, cleaning the arm. Even with the semi-disgusting taste to accompany the stench, he showed no signs of actually caring, blinking lazily.

His head tilted upon hearing a voice supposedly directed at him. Balancing his standing by propping a hand on a nearby wall, the man only smacked his lips, a spasm within causing another sound to escape the throat. Liquid swished in the long glass. Asked, the man replied rather grouchily, "No, sir, you caun't have any. None of your lip on my shtuff." Red went down the throat, and then the spirit sea flushed back to the bottom of the bottle. One finger wagged. "No touchie, mate. She'sh my beaut, ya know?" His hand stroked the glass suggestively, rubbing specifically over the curvature between the bottom and the main body. Flicked over at the stranger's way was an eyebrow, with a snicker. "I'mma real lucky guy, no? And I'm drinkin' her heart." Giggles escaped.

Green eyes peered at the stranger, brows rose slightly as a little frown tucked in. Again, the man smacked his lips. "No," he merely said at first before taking another swig from the bottle. "She only asksh me to drink her heart, you silly guy you." Soft chuckles thrashed out as the young man proceeded to flick the other person's nose playfully. "I'mma shure yull find yare girl, man. Didn't take me long for mine. Ain't that right, huh?" His hand patted the bottle gently, and then he giggled. "Yeah, I know. Love ya too."

Blink. "Whaut? Hey, ya know, got's to clean myself too. Animals do it all the time! Why caun't I do the same? Just a little bit of... Little bit of... Thick liquid, that is. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing speshial. Nope." Another swig of the red liquid until there was hardly enough for a sip. "Oh, baby, hardly much of ya left. Eh, ya always were short on me. Well, fuck you!" As soon as he cursed, the young man threw the bottle at a nearby wall, laughing as the glass shards rained down, nowhere cutting him. His right shoe went on to step on a fragment that laid horizontally. "Haha! Kind of woman are ya? Ya broke me, babe!"

Shoes kept stomping on horizontal pieces of glass fragments, crunching going on under the sneaker fabric. Each crack was like a scream to the young man who was smirking a toothy one. "Oh shut up, you sucking pansy. Do ya think I givesh a suck for her anymore? She s'was a sucking shore. Ya shaw how little her heart wassh. Shore! Witch! Slit! I don't give a suck that she'sh dead." Hiccups still continued, loud and echoing. Under his breath, he muttered about trying to stop the spasms within - but with no such luck.

He swatted the air in a 'put off' manner, snickering. "You go git yar girl, man. I don'tsh needsh any after my last one. Didst you shee it? Her heart ran low. Didst you shee it? Mannnnn, I killed her good!" Not long after saying so, balance was lost and the young brunette had slumped himself to the floor, help from the wall guiding him down. White vapor huffed out, freezing from the winter air. One bigger toothy smile showed on the man's face. "Name'sh not witch, you... guy. Git it right before I... swat ya or something." Balled-up fists were thrust into the air, but then they fell down almost immediately. Laughing continued, though the breaths were starting to become heavy and faint at the same time, eyes drooping a little.