[Only he can, and he will - grumpily reaching for her the whole way, standing in a hunch that betrays his height by making him seem shorter. He smells of the booze he was indulging in earlier, and a hint of weed from an unlit joint in his pocket. He puts his hands on her shoulders, staring at her, before slowly leaning to touch their foreheads together.]
It's so late. So early? What time is it now? I wanna sleep.
[ Voice mellowed out by the weed and infinite patience for her favorite person. Enough training has given her the strength to help him get up and lean on her without slowing them down too badly, door shut behind once they're out. Cellar wraps an arm around his waist and guides him to do the same around her shoulders, taking his hand in hers. ]
Who were you even drinking with? [ And did they just leave him like this? Rude. ]
[There were people, a brilliant blur of faces he's already forgotten on account of the blackout that might threaten to erase this moment too - pieces pulled back on the morrow by the texts in his phone and the scent of shampoo in her hair, which he sniffs at gently now while they walk.]
I'm a very social drinker. Or a very lonely one. Today - today's a both day.
[So he ended up drinking alone, for the most part. Go figure.]
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[Only he can, and he will - grumpily reaching for her the whole way, standing in a hunch that betrays his height by making him seem shorter. He smells of the booze he was indulging in earlier, and a hint of weed from an unlit joint in his pocket. He puts his hands on her shoulders, staring at her, before slowly leaning to touch their foreheads together.]
It's so late. So early? What time is it now? I wanna sleep.
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She caresses the side of his neck, his face, scratching lightly into his hair. Congratulations: he's a cat now. ]
I... have no fucking clue. Do you wanna go back to our room, then?
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[He also wants to lean against her indefinitely. She is his support. Literally.]
Take me home.
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[ Voice mellowed out by the weed and infinite patience for her favorite person. Enough training has given her the strength to help him get up and lean on her without slowing them down too badly, door shut behind once they're out. Cellar wraps an arm around his waist and guides him to do the same around her shoulders, taking his hand in hers. ]
Who were you even drinking with? [ And did they just leave him like this? Rude. ]
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[There were people, a brilliant blur of faces he's already forgotten on account of the blackout that might threaten to erase this moment too - pieces pulled back on the morrow by the texts in his phone and the scent of shampoo in her hair, which he sniffs at gently now while they walk.]
I'm a very social drinker. Or a very lonely one. Today - today's a both day.
[So he ended up drinking alone, for the most part. Go figure.]
You smell good.
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Thanks, Teddie.
[ While they're walking, ]
What was that picture you sent me?
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[Greem. He'll remember greem soon enough.]
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[greem]
I made him green with a filter. Cute, right?
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Except there's a frog dog hybrid napping somewhere in their room, so no one can blame her for having questions. ]
Yeah, super cute. You'll have to show me the filter when we get back.
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[Literally. Or on canvas.]
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[ Don't think she forgot the poolside fiasco! ]
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You were so cute.
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Rolling her eyes (but not really), ]
Yeah, yeah. Can't believe you were so hot it made me dumb.
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Spoon me?