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──── ' slutty throats and even sluttier wrists '──── [CH. XXVII] ✦ ˚
" oh, you got that right, you puny excuse of a man "
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"TRYING A LITTLE HAIR OF THE DOG, are we? Hm?"
And that is how the group found Luther. Holed up in a random bar down the street, nursing a cold pint of beer between his large, saucer-like palms. He is freshly hungover, yet inclined to slowly sip on the alcoholic drink as if it were water. A bold choice for their brother. It is a rare yet pitiful sight to see the man so insistent on being the family's leader crumbling apart before their eyes.
Luther tears his stare away from the darkness of his cup. He doesn't seem too keen on conversing with any of his siblings, looking back at the alcoholic drink, he slumps over between his palms.
"Leave me alone." He grumbles under his breath, lowering his head away from his audience.
Diego tightens his lips, pressing them together in thought before turning toward Ophira and their siblings. He raises a hand to wave the group away, purposeful determination shimmering in his dark eyes. "Give us a minute," he prompts.
Klaus's shoulders bobble up and down in a muted shrug. He turns to Five and Ophira, looking quite convinced, as Klaus easily can be. "Okay. Come on. Maybe they'll brood each other to death."
