[Divinitate]

It was near midnight he figured. The streets were barren and no one was around. Oh well, that was just typical for him. No one was ever around when he needed them. Sniffling as he drank the liquoe Basch watched the stars, wondering why he was doomed to always fall in love with someone that he could never have... By the time he figured that out... the liquid was gone. Smashing it into the trashcan across from him he slowly stood, able to see that the sun was slowly peeking up now.

Great... He'd not slept. Wobbling to his apartment he knew that he was drunk as could be and that his loneliness was still just as intense as before... He barely made it to the frontof his building before his legs gave out and he slid to the ground. Forming a small pile he whimpered a little, since the pain in his lower regions was still there from the night before.

Slowly he pulled himself up, dragging his tired body through the hallway and up the stairs. He didn't make it to his door fully before he passed out. To drunk to care. It wasn't like anyone else would care... nor like anyone else would even be there. Balthier wouldn't be. He knew that all to well... That man had no desire to be near him. He was disgusted with him.