[Chuuya grumbles before downing another shot of whiskey. Holy hell it burns, but it does do wonders to warm him up from head to toe.]
Nobody. I can take care of myself.
[Chuuya is too drunk to tell that Mephisto is almost as far gone as he is, which is actually pretty hilarious, because he’ll insist that Mephisto is hammered right up until he passes out himself. However, it seems like even Chuuya knows his limits, and since he’d rather not pass out in a puddle of his own vomit in pubic, he thinks that now is a good time to take this elsewhere.
That is, as soon as he can figure out how far it is to the floor from Mephisto’s lap.]
Let’s go...somewhere...
[He nearly faceplants once he slides off the other’s lap, but saves himself by holding onto Mephisto’s sleeve. The room is spinning now...]
C’mon.
[Chuuya tries pulling on Mephisto’s arm, and he’s actually pretty goddamn strong despite his tiny frame.]
no subject
[Chuuya grumbles before downing another shot of whiskey. Holy hell it burns, but it does do wonders to warm him up from head to toe.]
Nobody. I can take care of myself.
[Chuuya is too drunk to tell that Mephisto is almost as far gone as he is, which is actually pretty hilarious, because he’ll insist that Mephisto is hammered right up until he passes out himself. However, it seems like even Chuuya knows his limits, and since he’d rather not pass out in a puddle of his own vomit in pubic, he thinks that now is a good time to take this elsewhere.
That is, as soon as he can figure out how far it is to the floor from Mephisto’s lap.]
Let’s go...somewhere...
[He nearly faceplants once he slides off the other’s lap, but saves himself by holding onto Mephisto’s sleeve. The room is spinning now...]
C’mon.
[Chuuya tries pulling on Mephisto’s arm, and he’s actually pretty goddamn strong despite his tiny frame.]
Don’t make me float you.