"I don't have dander," insisted Henry as he continued his own method of drinking. Wow, what an interesting taste. He'd only had wine a few times growing up, his alcohol of choice being mostly spiked punch at parties or the occasional sofa beer.
"Well...soon, we won't care." HENRY WASN'T GOING TO STOP. Once they had diminished the floor puddle, he looked back at the bottle. He didn't trust his wings and he sure as hell wasn't going to try pouring it with his feet. Either they were going to have to--
"A BOWL!" His feathers fluffed up in a stroke of genius. "Lust, we need a bowl. Or...or a pan or something. We can knock it over."
Henry's gaze follows hers and before she can open her mouth he is on the job. The hootman gently puts the wine bottle aside and hops over. It's slow work scooting it over to their dining area but by Arceus he does it. Then he sits back down.
"Easy does it." He takes up the bottle again in his blunt wing wrists. "Help me hold it." The bottle slowly begins to tip.
"Easy. Easy just a little bit more...slow!" Lust helps to brace the bottle to pour it into the bowl without sloshing much. But she still gets a liberal amount on her paws. Ugh, it's so sticky. Her poor fur.
Lust eyed the bowl for a moment before surrendering her dignity entirely and simply sticking her face in it. There was only Henry here to see her, and he'd have to do the same.
She still had to lap at it with her tiny tongue, but it was better than licking it off the floor. She was dripping with wine when she came up from it, but the alcohol was finally starting to take effect.
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"This is nice."
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And what a pain that was, in daily life. Lust continued to greedily lap at the spilled wine. It had to work.
"Chocolate wine is my favorite."
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"A BOWL!" His feathers fluffed up in a stroke of genius. "Lust, we need a bowl. Or...or a pan or something. We can knock it over."
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God, there was fur in her mouth. Again. It seemed to get on everything and then promptly migrate to her tongue.
"Yes, a bowl...but we can't open cabinets, how in the world are we supposed to...."
Lust's eyes fell on Amoz's water bowl, in the corner of her room. The shiny Houndour was asleep on the bed.
It was something. And it was already on the floor.
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"Easy does it." He takes up the bottle again in his blunt wing wrists. "Help me hold it." The bottle slowly begins to tip.
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"There...there that's got it!"
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"You're amazing! We're saved. Thank you, Lust. You can go first."
She had the weirdest face, she probably needed longer to...work it out.
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She still had to lap at it with her tiny tongue, but it was better than licking it off the floor. She was dripping with wine when she came up from it, but the alcohol was finally starting to take effect.
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Never before had he been more attracted to this woman than this exact moment in time.
He dipped his own head to take a drink so that he didn't say anything stupid.