[It does seem rather far to the door...but Chuuya isn’t one to give up easily, and he copies Takasugi, floating from table to chair to wall to table again like a man adrift at sea. It feels like he’s swimming right now, actually, with how heavy his body feels, but eventually he slams right into the front door with a grunt.]
I won.
[He declares without knowing if Takasugi actually made it to the door or not. He’s just gonna assume that he won, because he’s cocky like that.
And then he’ll just...support himself against the door. Because if he doesn’t he’ll fall over.]
God they’re both so wasted I love it
I won.
[He declares without knowing if Takasugi actually made it to the door or not. He’s just gonna assume that he won, because he’s cocky like that.
And then he’ll just...support himself against the door. Because if he doesn’t he’ll fall over.]
Haha...you’re wasted.