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Now what are you blaming me for?

im befuddled

and it is ur falt

Narinder

I haven't made drinks for anyone

If you are befuddled then it is your own doing or Leshy spiked your drinks again

ack!

No!

you make me befuddle myself! ur fault!

And how have I done that then?

You are a grown man. You do not need me to hold your hand when you are drinking.

u plague my thoughts

i dream of you

you dont see do you?

no

of coruse not

need more wine

What?

Since when?

You are confusing on a daily basis by being contrary, Narinder.

Stop with the wine.

make
me
stop

where are you

box

You're in a box?

Where is the box?

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!]

narinder

i can hear you trying not to laugh

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...

*they're getting up out of bed where they were relaxing with a book to head out into the temple, now with their phone*

did you break something what are you doing?

NO!

I am trying to find wine.

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

empty...damn.

Did you drink all the wine we had stored for the flock?

*they consider the stairs up to the loft, since they can hear him and start up the stairs*

*except they don't jingle as they often do*

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.

*they check the phone, but once they get up into the loft they stop, noting how Narinder is apparently in a box. Except its a chest. That is closed*

*they blink a few times at it and flock to it, looking it over before undoing the latch and opening it*

Narinder?

[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 fact that the tall ass cat can fit his ass in this chest in a way that would break another's spine just proves to them that cats are liquid*

Why are you in a chest?

[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.]

*they tilt their head to the side, watching him try to get the last few drops of wine out*

Why? Why are you hiding? You have your quarters and your privacy. We honor that.

What is really bothering you?

[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.]

*they tilt their head, not understanding, but sometimes trying to figure out drunk talk was difficult*

Full of wine, you mean?

*when they're grabbed, they don't fight it, being pulled closer. Instead they watch those eyes bore into them*

Narinder, what is troubling you so?

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