Maybe I’m more resilient than you give me credit for.
[ Definitely jinxed it. But for now, Connor will take pleasure in new tastes and experiences; but most importantly, getting a chance to spend time with Ai like this.
Fast forward later into the night however, and things aren’t so pretty.
The truth of the matter is that Connor can hold his alcohol about as well as anyone else who’s never had a drink in their life: terribly. He’s drunk, definitely, but it’s manifested itself as feeling nauseated and ill. Already, he’s had to pray to the porcelain goddess, with the aid of Ai guiding him through his misery. And now? They’re back at her apartment, with him leaning rather pathetically against the toilet, feeling as if he is literally dying.]
Is this a biological death?
[The question only makes partial sense, but it sure describes how he currently feels.]
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[ Definitely jinxed it. But for now, Connor will take pleasure in new tastes and experiences; but most importantly, getting a chance to spend time with Ai like this.
Fast forward later into the night however, and things aren’t so pretty.
The truth of the matter is that Connor can hold his alcohol about as well as anyone else who’s never had a drink in their life: terribly. He’s drunk, definitely, but it’s manifested itself as feeling nauseated and ill. Already, he’s had to pray to the porcelain goddess, with the aid of Ai guiding him through his misery. And now? They’re back at her apartment, with him leaning rather pathetically against the toilet, feeling as if he is literally dying.]
Is this a biological death?
[The question only makes partial sense, but it sure describes how he currently feels.]