He follows along with said bowtie, flopping down onto his couch, back sinking into the somewhat comfortable space. He grumbles a bit, having trouble with the bow around his neck, but eventually it comes undone, and the gentleman pulls it from around his collar, tossing it onto the couch. Dice walks a ways towards the living room space, one hand fiddling with the stupid bowtie around his neck so that it would come loose, and the other hand gripping the bottle of liquor by the neck. He acknowledges that drinking his sorrows away doesn't actually help, it only provides temporary relief, but temporary is better than nothing. He can't see the name of the brand, or what type of liquor it is, but he takes it anyway because he wants to take his mind off of everything. He grabs a bottle from the front, bringing it to hold in his gloved hand. Then again, he'll be out of this house in a few weeks, no need to fix something he won't have to be around anymore. He really needs to get his hinges replaced. The cabinet door lets a high pitched squeak as it opens, making Dice wince the slightest bit. really doesn't get many visitors anymore, but he'd rather be safe than sorry. This is where he stores his liquor, just to be safe. Nice dress shoes click against the tile as he walks, stopping once he reaches one of the highest cabinets in his house. I need to clean those soon, he thinks to himself, but pushes the thoughts away for now. Dice stops, staring at his piling up dishes in the dim moonlight. He saunters down to his kitchen, drooping eyelids covering half of his vision. Plus he has his priorities set on other things, and keeping his floor clean wasn't one of them. The man is tired, he can't be bothered right now to take his shoes off at the door. He drags his feet across the wood flooring that lines most of his house, spare the bedrooms and kitchen. Sighing, he steps into the sad excuse of a house, shutting the door behind him with a quiet slam. A few pictures, an old guitar, and a small bedside table with playing cards, poker chips, and dice all stacked inside the compartments. The only light in the house was from the wide open door he stood in, letting the moonlight shine in and dimly highlight some of the things in his hallway. The dice headed man stood quietly in his doorway, staring into the dark abyss that he called his home.
Not even a mouse skittered across the floor. A key jingling in the lock is heard echoing through an empty house, making nobody jump up in surprise to see what the noise was.
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