{Video}

[lansizhui]

{Sizhui is acting strange. He is sitting as properly as ever - his posture is always good - but it seems...stiff. There are also an odd combination of objects around him.

And, more suspiciously, there is a bottle of alcohol sitting at his side.

It seems to be half-empty.

He observes his communicator and then rearranges the odds and ends as if that makes some sort of weird...sense. Of course it doesn't. Why would some string go into a vase anyway?}

Mm. {Suddenly he rises and begins to...run. From one end of the compartment to the other.

Someone help this poor drunk boy!}

Comments

[lansizhui]

I drank half a bottle. {Is that a few drinks?}

[stealsyourheart]

How big's the bottle? [ Oh and ]

And what does the label say about how much percentage alcohol it is?

[ It's probably fiiiiiiiiiiine ]

[lansizhui]

{He picks up a large bottle of wine. Oops.}

...I don't know. Can you see?

[stealsyourheart]

Thaaaaaaaat's a big bottle. Maybe stop?

[ He squints ]

Dunno can't read the lable.

[ To traumatise, or not to traumatise, that is the question ]

[lansizhui]

I am. {Rubbing his head and frowning at the world.} Will I be okay?

[stealsyourheart]

Ehhhhhhhhh. You might die.

[ TRAUMATISE IT IS ]

But like. Maybe not! Depends on how strong it is! Like. If it's ethanol, I'll come to your funeral, yeah?