Post by Dilva on Jan 20, 2015 2:20:06 GMT
Dilva's fingers moved quickly on the keyboard of his computer. The report he was writing had to be done by the start of next week, or there would be...consequences. Granted, it was already half done, but Dilva didn't like taking breaks. It was quiet, and that was how he liked it. Or at least, it was quiet. The door to his room burst open (Yet another thing he'd have to fix) and his 'friend' Turnap stumbled in, drunk.
"Ayyyyyy! Dere he *hic* is." Turnap exclaimed.
"Yeah. Who would've imagined I was in my room where I said I would be." Dilva deadpanned.
"There wuz aaaaaaaaaaaa crazy party....*hic* at Carbage's." Turnap slurred, tripped head first into Dilva's office chair, which then proceeded to slip out from under Turnap, causing to fall onto the floor. Dilva watch the mess from his bed, his eyes slowly narrowing.
"Please leave." Dilva said.
"Whaaaaa? No way. Partyyyy isn't over. I'm jussssss....outta zenni. Can I borrow some." Turnap said, his voice muffled by Dilva's carpet.
"Why would I loan you Zenni if you don't have any?" Dilva asked, exasperated by the whole situation.
"Ummmm.....cuz....I'm your best friend?" Turnap offered.
"Okay, no. You come and raid my fridge when you get bored." Dilva replied.
"Pfffffft. I have never raided your fridge." Turnap scoffed.
"You're doing it right now." Turnap had gotten off the floor a while ago, and was indeed digging in Dilva's fridge.
"Huh...*hic* guess I do raid your fridge." Turnap said. He took a piece of meat out of the fridge anyway, and flopped down on Dilva's bed.
"You aren't sleeping in my bed. Leave." Dilva said. Unfortunately, Turnap was already asleep. Dilva resisted the urge to facepalm, and hopped off of his bed. He pulled his boots on, before leaving his apartment, his night effectively ruined.
"Freaking Turnap. Freaking Carbage. FREAKING ZENNI." He continued muttering until he was outside. Now that he had nowhere to sleep, he might as well go to that party. With one last yawn, he flew into the air.
"Ayyyyyy! Dere he *hic* is." Turnap exclaimed.
"Yeah. Who would've imagined I was in my room where I said I would be." Dilva deadpanned.
"There wuz aaaaaaaaaaaa crazy party....*hic* at Carbage's." Turnap slurred, tripped head first into Dilva's office chair, which then proceeded to slip out from under Turnap, causing to fall onto the floor. Dilva watch the mess from his bed, his eyes slowly narrowing.
"Please leave." Dilva said.
"Whaaaaa? No way. Partyyyy isn't over. I'm jussssss....outta zenni. Can I borrow some." Turnap said, his voice muffled by Dilva's carpet.
"Why would I loan you Zenni if you don't have any?" Dilva asked, exasperated by the whole situation.
"Ummmm.....cuz....I'm your best friend?" Turnap offered.
"Okay, no. You come and raid my fridge when you get bored." Dilva replied.
"Pfffffft. I have never raided your fridge." Turnap scoffed.
"You're doing it right now." Turnap had gotten off the floor a while ago, and was indeed digging in Dilva's fridge.
"Huh...*hic* guess I do raid your fridge." Turnap said. He took a piece of meat out of the fridge anyway, and flopped down on Dilva's bed.
"You aren't sleeping in my bed. Leave." Dilva said. Unfortunately, Turnap was already asleep. Dilva resisted the urge to facepalm, and hopped off of his bed. He pulled his boots on, before leaving his apartment, his night effectively ruined.
"Freaking Turnap. Freaking Carbage. FREAKING ZENNI." He continued muttering until he was outside. Now that he had nowhere to sleep, he might as well go to that party. With one last yawn, he flew into the air.