[ Being able to let himself go like this was relaxing. Not because the gradually healing burn had caused him any real discomfort lately and the alcohol distracted from the lingering pain; not entirely, at least. But kicking back in the comfiest chair in his partner's place and airing the bandages, talking freely, dropping the guard he'd been holding around the kids after the screen had accidentally been switched on earlier... It just felt good.
The empty cans stacked up at the foot of the chair were testimony to just how laid-back he was letting himself be, or-- it's more likely he hadn't realised how much he was drinking, from the slight haze and too-quick way things were happening, words and memories were spilling out of his mouth. Simply watching Barnaby practically leap to his feet with grace (coming from the viewpoint of someone who hasn't left his chair for over an hour) nearly made his head spin, although at that question, he practically snorted, tipping his head back as though to let out a laugh that never came. ]
Who doesn't? Music's the-- [ -Rhythm to his life? Something like that. But with that gesture he felt compelled to lean forward to peer in that direction, take in the sight of the stereo set and... wow, it's streamlined and pretty shiny-looking compared to his own at home. He whistled appreciatively, swilling the contents of the beercan in hand. ] Sure looks like you do, Bunny! That all built-in?
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The empty cans stacked up at the foot of the chair were testimony to just how laid-back he was letting himself be, or-- it's more likely he hadn't realised how much he was drinking, from the slight haze and too-quick way things were happening, words and memories were spilling out of his mouth. Simply watching Barnaby practically leap to his feet with grace (coming from the viewpoint of someone who hasn't left his chair for over an hour) nearly made his head spin, although at that question, he practically snorted, tipping his head back as though to let out a laugh that never came. ]
Who doesn't? Music's the-- [ -Rhythm to his life? Something like that. But with that gesture he felt compelled to lean forward to peer in that direction, take in the sight of the stereo set and... wow, it's streamlined and pretty shiny-looking compared to his own at home. He whistled appreciatively, swilling the contents of the beercan in hand. ] Sure looks like you do, Bunny! That all built-in?