“ Yes, I suppose so. — A sigh, draining the rest of his drink shortly after. “ I can handle it, though I don't know how much you can take with your alcohol. A man can be worried.

“ Get me out of this manor.

“ I /am/ Orpheus.

“ Yet again, I am 34. I am in fact Orpheus.

{{ I will ALWAYS find the : "are you 60 are you 50" things funny about detective orpheus this man does NOT look 34 }}

— He merely looked back at his cup, empty. Conflicted between getting more or not. “ Nothing exactly. — Lies. “ Sometimes I need a drink.

“ ..Hm. the other Orpheus is still me, depends which specific Orpheus you're talking of, there's multiple of us.

“ He's .. fine, to say the least. I can't really do anything or say anything about him.

“ A lot of people don't.

[] imagine you are in a match and a twink flies at you riding this thing

“ Nothing more odd than watching your younger self do the things you did before. An odd memory

“ For once I actually vouch for .. the other Orpheus, to come back.

{{ I need to have angsty detective roleplays }}

“ It's bittersweet watching how loud it is here just to know it all crumbles in the end.

{{ oohh I wanna do a jeykll and hyde so bad }}

{{ so whose ready }}

⠀ ah, puppy.. you are so chuddy... ⠀

“ Time to throw beer bottles at my other self.