[There's a small huff of annoyance when Mystique blocks the way to his room. So it was going to be like that? William may have been drunk making his way back, but he can feel himself sobering a little, hangover threatening the edges of his consciousness like a circling vulture. The last thing he needed was for someone to be a pain, yet here he was, pulling his head back slightly at the nose boop and putting on a thoroughly unimpressed look.
And he'll glance Mystique over before giving a shrug. She would probably kill him for this, but at the end of the day he's tired, fed up and wants to pass out.]
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And he'll glance Mystique over before giving a shrug. She would probably kill him for this, but at the end of the day he's tired, fed up and wants to pass out.]
I've seen better.