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Kil_646 has a minion!

Maneki the Maneki Neko

Kil_646
Legacy Name: Kil_646

The

Reborn Paralix
Owner: wraith_265

Age: 17 years, 8 months, 2 days

Born: July 16th, 2008

Adopted: 17 years, 8 months, 2 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: July 16th, 2008 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 4
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 1
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

It must be a bad case of karma-induced irony, or else some deity has a sick sense of humor. A recovering alcoholic working as a bartender? Really? Sometimes Kil can hardly believe it himself, but whatever. It pays, and keeps him on his toes. Five months, thirteen days clean, he can now say with pride. Which he does quite frequently, just to remind his lover, family, and friends that he can do this.

Anyways, it usually isn't that hard, most of the time. Sure, somedays he feels like pulling his hair out for accepting such a fucking stupid job. Being around alcohol at all times, having to deal with drunks that are prone to vomiting across the counter... It really makes him want a drink, but he opts for a cigarette instead. Smokes in the bathroom whenever he takes a break, though he knows he shouldn't. So this is what they meant, eh? he thinks as he takes a drag, leaning forward against one of the sinks. You stop drinking but smoke twice as much. What bullshit...

At least his boyfriend is pleased with the fact that he no longer makes a fool of himself in public. Most of the time, at least, and this isn't brought about by liquor. They've been dating for nearly seven months now, though they've known each other longer. He's always amused when he compares the two amounts of time. Obviously, they correspond. It's thanks to him that he's stopped destroying his liver, one drink at a time, although sometimes Kil gets annoyed with him when the craving gets bad. Worse, actually, but he tries not to think about it.

You gotta take it one day at a time, someone told him, once. He can't remember who, but it wouldn't surprise him if it had been one of his brothers. They always know exactly what to say and when to say it. Well, two of them did, at least. Thank god. And when no one else could soothe his worries or temper, he always had his cat to come home to. Maneki was the sweetest little thing he'd ever had the pleasure of knowing, and she, for one, didn't care whether he drank or not. She probably appreciated the fact that she no longer had to clean puke out of her fur, though.

Basically, no matter what happened, he'd always have someone there for him. It warmed his heart, really, or maybe that was just heartburn from the tacos he'd had for lunch. A warm feeling, either way, and for now he was content. Who knows what tomorrow holds...? Or something like that. Fuck, that's clichÃ©, isn't it?