The Drinking Game

[Edgar]

Edgar wasn't offended by being, seemingly, ignored. He was accustomed to being off putting to others. But that didnt mean he would go away. Instead he folded his gangly body into a seat, legs crossing, hands clasping ankles in a pose that looked inappropriately childish. It was as if he was trying to make everyone uncomfortable.

"I'm afraid I'm not sure how old I am," Edgar chuckled, "I've lost track, you see."

The surgeon reached out and took one of the bottles in hand, pinky extended in a mockery of high society, and poured into a shot glass.

"So I'm afraid I'm out when it comes to measuring who's youngest," he set the bottle down and then took the glass in two fingers, thumb and middle, and swirled it idly.

Facilier's shadow shifted towards Edgar's own silhouette. When it had drawn arms length to Edgar's two red circular eyes popped open and glanced sidelong at the shadow. They blink out of sync with each other, left then right, then closed returning the shadow seemingly back to normal.

Edgar hadn't moved an inch.

[Perthmail]

The creeping presence of Edgar had Perthmail's skin crawl. He gave them the entire feeling of 'heebee jeebees' that he could not just shrug off. His hand went to his chest and smoothed down the flower printed fabric that he wore before attempted to shove off the creeped out feelings that loomed over him. "Uh, I was thinking we could just go counter-clockwise."

He voiced, age was not a factor he had been thinking off. Seeing as they ages they were was probably vastly different. Especially if it depended on what sort of 'timeline' they came from. Time was pretty skewed when he thought of it.

He cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his greying hairs. Icy gaze cast downward for a brief second. "How about Kattz go first, then whoever's right of him can go, and we just go from there alright? Keep it simple?" He offered.