tall · long neck · green eyes · dark blonde hair · kind-hearted · loves drinking · sarcastic · existential dread · alcohol dependent · russian
The brandy's heat scorches my throat, giving Giraf the necessary excuse. Leo meets him with a heavy, unfriendly stare, without a flicker of surprise. 'What are you doing here?' he mutters. Giraf rolls his eyes, appearing in this life as he always does: for five years now, he's been dropping by during periods of crisis, for a meal or for what they call 'indulgences.' They haven't spoken in months; he doesn't even have Leo's new number, but the habit of turning up drunk remains unchanged.