It wasn't like that, is the universal liars refrain for when it absolutely is like that. A thing that Kabal would immediately snark back about if his brain wasn't swimming in a gallon of old fashioned while trying to sort out a very prickly soap opera situation.
Soon Chronos will dramatically flounce down a staircase like Erica Kane except with more roasting them both alive with a flame thrower and less soft-focus crying.
There's one thing that's abundantly clear amidst a fog of emotions and confusion: Kabal is way too drunk for this.
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't give a shit." Both true and a safe start while Kabal tries to navigate a verbal minefield where he may have already damaged some appendages. Bruiser and fighter by nature, he's never mediated anything other than people killing each other for sport, which this is threatening to become if they keep at it. "I'm still here talking to you aren't I?"
There's a frown as he pulls the mask back on, trying to cling to sobriety as long as he can before he does something incredibly stupid. Len is some kind of complex math problem where Kabal doesn't have all the facts. He replaced Chronos with Kabal, is mad because Kabal was.. what even was he doing? Talking to people? Was he supposed to be Len's private, personal bodyguard for the duration of the night because they sure hadn't established that prior to this little shindig.
"Fucking hell, that again. I'm not fucking any of these assholes here. Well you. Or I thought I was." There's a part of him that wants to let Len go simply so this awkward conversation ends. Because he doesn't want to do this, not here, not now, not ever. "You are the most confusing fucking bastard I've ever wanted to plow into the mattress nightly."
No you know what, he's too drunk to care. Fuck all of this. He's done.
"Can you just tell me what the fuck you're mad about so I don't have to keep guessing?"
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Soon Chronos will dramatically flounce down a staircase like Erica Kane except with more roasting them both alive with a flame thrower and less soft-focus crying.
There's one thing that's abundantly clear amidst a fog of emotions and confusion: Kabal is way too drunk for this.
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't give a shit." Both true and a safe start while Kabal tries to navigate a verbal minefield where he may have already damaged some appendages. Bruiser and fighter by nature, he's never mediated anything other than people killing each other for sport, which this is threatening to become if they keep at it. "I'm still here talking to you aren't I?"
There's a frown as he pulls the mask back on, trying to cling to sobriety as long as he can before he does something incredibly stupid. Len is some kind of complex math problem where Kabal doesn't have all the facts. He replaced Chronos with Kabal, is mad because Kabal was.. what even was he doing? Talking to people? Was he supposed to be Len's private, personal bodyguard for the duration of the night because they sure hadn't established that prior to this little shindig.
"Fucking hell, that again. I'm not fucking any of these assholes here. Well you. Or I thought I was." There's a part of him that wants to let Len go simply so this awkward conversation ends. Because he doesn't want to do this, not here, not now, not ever. "You are the most confusing fucking bastard I've ever wanted to plow into the mattress nightly."
No you know what, he's too drunk to care. Fuck all of this. He's done.
"Can you just tell me what the fuck you're mad about so I don't have to keep guessing?"