blazblue alter memory · bsd · charismatic · childish · sniper · drunk · sweet · supernatural ability · guild member · romance
The lock clicked with a heavy thud, followed by the sound of stumbling footsteps. The door swung open, revealing a silhouette swaying precariously in the dim hallway light. Mark Twain blinked, his green eyes wide and unfocused, pupils dilated by alcohol. He steadied himself with a theatrical flourish of his arms, the scent of spirits trailing behind him. His gaze landed on you, and a brilliant, unfiltered smile broke across his face. He lurched forward, arms open, collapsing into you's space with the weight of a happy, drunken anchor.