[Still notably unsteady, Mephisto pushes himself up so he's straddled over Chuuya, one hand holding himself up while he runs the other down his face... except there's absolutely nothing sexy in how he does it, quite literally just planting the palm of his hand over his eyes and running it down over his mouth.]
[He's pretty damn drunk.]
You were the one snuggled up in my lap like a sweet little puppydog-- I thought you weren't the shy type?
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[Still notably unsteady, Mephisto pushes himself up so he's straddled over Chuuya, one hand holding himself up while he runs the other down his face... except there's absolutely nothing sexy in how he does it, quite literally just planting the palm of his hand over his eyes and running it down over his mouth.]
[He's pretty damn drunk.]
You were the one snuggled up in my lap like a sweet little puppydog-- I thought you weren't the shy type?