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[Whereas last time he broadcast himself onto the network Grantaire was clean and ruddy, now he looks sullen, pale. He has the beginnings of rings under his eyes and a sneer of frown that mars his face, a reminder to the world that he's an ugly man. He's found himself a funnel, and is currently pouring the remnants of wine bottles unfinished into one bottle. He has one full already, recorked, but there's not enough left to fill this one. The leftover empty bottles that have built up in number of the weeks are on the table.
This is what rationing looks like to an alcoholic. This is inventory.]
I don't need five eggs, I don't need flour and I don't need five vegetables. Three maybe. I can do without salt and pepper, and I can part with soap, easily. This would be the plea of a desperate man bartering for your luxury items, one in particular.
Though, if you ask me, and you don't because no one ever asks me if they want to spend the day smiling, and long live your bliss for as long as you can keep it from slipping through your fingers, but If you ask me, and you should, I would say eat and drink everything, if we're going down with this beast.
[He scoffs, taking a quick swig from the bottle he's filling before grabbing the next with barely anything left in it, and back to that funnel.] No cause for alarm my ass.
This is what rationing looks like to an alcoholic. This is inventory.]
I don't need five eggs, I don't need flour and I don't need five vegetables. Three maybe. I can do without salt and pepper, and I can part with soap, easily. This would be the plea of a desperate man bartering for your luxury items, one in particular.
Though, if you ask me, and you don't because no one ever asks me if they want to spend the day smiling, and long live your bliss for as long as you can keep it from slipping through your fingers, but If you ask me, and you should, I would say eat and drink everything, if we're going down with this beast.
[He scoffs, taking a quick swig from the bottle he's filling before grabbing the next with barely anything left in it, and back to that funnel.] No cause for alarm my ass.