bleatingdeath: (Blessed Be)
The Lamb ([personal profile] bleatingdeath) wrote2025-08-14 01:55 pm
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the_one_who_waits: (Seething Anger)

Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-02 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
u befuddle me.

all ur falt.
the_one_who_waits: (Lamb?)

Re: Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
im befuddled

and it is ur falt
the_one_who_waits: (Face Palm of Death)

Re: Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
ack!

No!

you make me befuddle myself! ur fault!
the_one_who_waits: (The Drowned)

Re: Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
u plague my thoughts

i dream of you

you dont see do you?

no

of coruse not

need more wine
the_one_who_waits: (Revenge II)

Re: Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
make
me
stop
the_one_who_waits: (The Hidden Death)

Re: Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
box
the_one_who_waits: (Fuck. You.)

Re: Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
yes

hidden. find me.


[The Lamb might hear a dark chuckle in the temple as Narinder truly thinks he's a genius. His box is in the loft office for the Lamb. Surely they would never look there!]
the_one_who_waits: (A Touch of Fancy)

Re: Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
NO YOU CANT

[The dark chuckling stops. Though there is some shuffling and the sound of glass tapping glass. Followed by Narinder's voice.]

shit...
the_one_who_waits: (Surprise)

Re: Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
NO!

I am trying to find wine.


[More clinking noises from the loft upstairs. How many bottles does he have?]

empty...damn.
the_one_who_waits: (Regret)

Re: Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
not all!

i bought my own!

some of it.


[As the Lamb climbs the stairs, the box Narinder is in is obvious. Looks like he went and found some kind of chest. The lid is closed. Though the clinking inside does stop. He doesn't know the Lamb is there. Though the tap tap tap of him tying can be heard.]

all are empty. need more wine.
the_one_who_waits: (No Rest for the Wicked)

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Narinder winces and curls in on himself as the lid lifts. Narinder is in the chest alright. Somehow fitting in there as only a cat can. With several bottles of wine around him. His phone is in his hands and held close to his face. He groans and pushes himself up, the bottles rolling off and around him to clink together.]

Ack. You found -hic- me.
the_one_who_waits: (Confusion)

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[He rubs his eyes and sighs.] Less sound.

no eyes on me. can drink all I want in here. i fit so i sit.

[He stretches and cracks his back. Then he grabs an empty wine bottle and tips it upside down over his mouth to let the last few drops fall onto his tongue.]
the_one_who_waits: (Enough of this)

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Narinder sighs as the drops stop and he puts the bottle down. His eyes focus on the Lamb, staring at them as they ask that question.]

My quarters are empty. The box felt full.

[Instead of answering with his words, his hand reaches out to grab hold of the Lamb's fleece. He stares into their eyes, not letting go.]