[he's sturdy, the muscles beneath his hands strong in a way that reminds him of better times.] Ah, da ge... Such a simple challenge. Of course I can do that. [But no, it's not his 'da ge', it can't be, but for the moment it is. He leans in unconsciously, eyelids lowered in a dreamy, hazy look as he hears without really listening.
He forces himself upright and shakes his head to clear it--which does nothing to help, it only makes him dizzier, a bubble of giggling laughter welling up in his throat. He tries to clear his throat to hide it and turns away. Just a few steps? He can do that!
The alcohol makes his head swim and he takes one step, seems triumphant, and then tries to take another. The world seems to tilt drastically sideways and he immediately begins to crumple to the ground.]
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He forces himself upright and shakes his head to clear it--which does nothing to help, it only makes him dizzier, a bubble of giggling laughter welling up in his throat. He tries to clear his throat to hide it and turns away. Just a few steps? He can do that!
The alcohol makes his head swim and he takes one step, seems triumphant, and then tries to take another. The world seems to tilt drastically sideways and he immediately begins to crumple to the ground.]