”YYYYYONGGGGO MMMMSASTER ThERESss Zeen aaan icccdieent I hhhurled on someoeoneee lowerww we needed to movvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvve.”
Ittindi would stumble forward before falling on his face trying to imitate leading a charge. He wasn’t even sure how he got in this situation. One second the Young Master and him had been drinking at the bars someone else had even come along. It had been a great night, then slowly it started to happen bar after bar even spas they kept getting kicked out. Ittindi didn’t think it was him, was it the Young Master? He couldn’t figure out what was happening, in any case they had come to the group decision to buy some bottles and hike drink. Problem being was Ittindi while in shape used to rely on his magic a lot more for mobility. That now lacking he found himself drunk sweaty and tired. His magical tuxedo and top hat still managed to retain a sense of elegance even with he lackluster state of Ittindi.
Ittindi would pull himself off the ground, seeing that there was no mud on him he’d smile. Then he’d take out a small brush he kept in one of his coat pockets and brush himself off lazily and miss a couple spots. He’d then do this a couple of times complaining how he couldn’t hit all the spots drunkenly until the suit was clean. By the time he was done he had forgotten why he had walked over to the Young Master. Instead he just smiled at him blankly.