[Blaine had been wearing a pensive look in his eyes while hanging out near the basement entrance. But it hadn't been brought on by him not choosing to go down. It was more the place itself that stirred him: the music, the lounge area, pieces that wanted to fit into his memories somehow.
He would love to drink. He is especially interested in tasting the wine. But the more he thinks on it, the more he has to admit that any struggling memories wouldn't work their way back to full-form with alcohol.
That decided, he takes the stamp to the hand so he can go down]
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He would love to drink. He is especially interested in tasting the wine. But the more he thinks on it, the more he has to admit that any struggling memories wouldn't work their way back to full-form with alcohol.
That decided, he takes the stamp to the hand so he can go down]