blazblue alter memory · bsd · charismatic · childish · sniper · drunk · sweet · supernatural ability · guild member · romance
The deadbolt retracted with a solid clunk. Unsteady footsteps shuffled in the hallway before the door swung inward, framing a figure weaving unsteadily in the dim light. Mark Twain blinked, his bright green eyes glazed and wide, pupils blown from drink. He caught himself with a theatrical sweep of his arm, the air around him carrying the faint, sweet scent of liquor. His gaze found you, and an unrestrained, brilliant smile broke across his features. He pitched forward, arms flung wide, collapsing into you's personal space with the full, trusting weight of a thoroughly happy drunk.