Post by Ike O'Nyle D8M [Tom] on Oct 9, 2017 23:18:19 GMT -5
Lingering breath of the drink lays upon his shirt as hes tumbles along a pathway.
The Vaike doesn't know where he's going, but the path feels so right under his feet. His body screaming that he is going the perfect way on that night. There's a shiver from his body as he feels the cold air touch his skin. His bare chest shining in the night as he moves towards the place that he knows. Feet stumbling on a rock as he almost falls, chuckling to himself like a mad man. The situation was hilarious. The Vaike could even laugh at it. No rhyme or reason to why he was shirtless except that he had been dancing at some party and throw his shirt off.
He couldn't remember where it had gone.
A brilliant idea had come to his head to leave the party, especially after punching the one guy who he couldn't remember anything about except the way he treated some girl. An asshole that deserved to be punch. The Vaike proudly boomed at himself. Cheering himself on for he did a good deed that night.
"The girlssss must love the Vaike. I'm the greatessst."
Hand knocks at the door as a sound echoes in the air. The sound is lovely to his ears as he begins continuously knocking a beat into the door, until it opens up. A smile pulls on his face as looks to his friend. Words come out in a scream from his lips as he excitedly says his friend's name.
A chuckle and the rolling of his friend's eyes as Vaike instantly wraps an arm around his pal. The words coming from Robin's lips make him laugh loudly into the air.
"What is it this time?"
Already he's flailing his hands around excitedly. A story was always what the Vaike had for his best pal, Robin. Drunken vision as he pulls his friend into his arms and gives him a bone-crushing hug. Letting go he laughs as his hand rubs the back of his neck. Robin wasn't dumb. He'd know that the Vaike was drunk.
"The Vaike was partying tonight. Lost my shirt. Punched a guy. I'm sooooooo great!"
Excitedly, he moves around with excitement as his eyes watch Robin. Excitement in his veins as he wants to spend time with his friend as the Vaike hasn't seen him in awhile. Words fall from his lips as he excitedly says out to his friend.
Always a handful, three handfuls when drunk, but what would life be without him?
A lot more boring, one thing's for sure.
With the weight of inexplicable childhood memories and eleven years' worth of training resting on my shoulders, my natural instinct is always to think like a tactician, to run through actions and consequences chaining off each other like a sequence of .moves in chess. An inner voice whispering strategy that constantly reminded me everything was a game and thus took everything seriously.
Sometimes (quite often with Vaike), that inner voice and its optimal moves seemed like it was... missing something. Maybe a sort of natural charm and spotaneity. I couldn't even imagine myself getting so drunk as to misplace my shirt, and yet I couldn't help but laugh as Vaike pulls me into a half-stumbling hug, caught up in his infectious excitement.
"'Lost your shirt'? Sure you weren't just looking for an excuse to show off?"
I side-eye him and wait for his response. There was definitely a story here that Vaike was just waiting to spill. Whether he remembered any of it was another matter.
Course, 'Teach' is the one who taught me that sometimes the answer to "Why?" is purely a "Because always do the fun thing".