I have a feeling we'll be seeing a number of miserable Sundays ahead of us, if this trend continues.
[ Ha ha ha! He watches her as she drinks her water, drinking from yet another bottle. This much alcohol doesn't do much to him, considering it's the last dregs of the bottles, but things got a little too close for comfort during trial today. So, down the hatch to cover his tracks for the rest of the evening. ]
[She would really, really prefer that this trend did not, in fact, continue. Just once, she'd like to walk out of one of those trials feeling like that they didn't just make things worse.
Just once.]
Mm, we should get some rest.
[She tries to get up from the bar and actually stumbles, which for her - accustomed to the influence of alcohol as she is - speaks more about just how far gone she is right now than anything possibly could.
Ugh.]
...ahaha, Ming-xiong, will you take me back to my room...?
[ Debbie Downer over here. But he looks down at her as she tries to get up, not going to catch her when she stumbles, if only because he heaves a sigh at the state of her. To think, this week has taken her out like this. He moves away from the bar, slipping out of the seat and going to duck down at her side.
Picking her up is easy. Even if she were in her male form, Qingxuan is still smaller than him. Like this, she doesn't weigh much, and he can scoop her easily, an arm braced behind her shoulders and the other behind her knees as he straightens up. ]
If only because I think if you tried walking there yourself, you would fall face-first into the floor and suffocate yourself.
[It's easy to settle into his arms when he picks her up. She trusts him not to drop her (although he might joke about it to scare her), and she settles her head against his shoulder, perfectly at ease.]
Don't be mean, I wouldn't do that. I'd roll over so I could breathe.
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[ Ha ha ha! He watches her as she drinks her water, drinking from yet another bottle. This much alcohol doesn't do much to him, considering it's the last dregs of the bottles, but things got a little too close for comfort during trial today. So, down the hatch to cover his tracks for the rest of the evening. ]
Best to prepare yourself.
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[She would really, really prefer that this trend did not, in fact, continue. Just once, she'd like to walk out of one of those trials feeling like that they didn't just make things worse.
Just once.]
Mm, we should get some rest.
[She tries to get up from the bar and actually stumbles, which for her - accustomed to the influence of alcohol as she is - speaks more about just how far gone she is right now than anything possibly could.
Ugh.]
...ahaha, Ming-xiong, will you take me back to my room...?
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[ Debbie Downer over here. But he looks down at her as she tries to get up, not going to catch her when she stumbles, if only because he heaves a sigh at the state of her. To think, this week has taken her out like this. He moves away from the bar, slipping out of the seat and going to duck down at her side.
Picking her up is easy. Even if she were in her male form, Qingxuan is still smaller than him. Like this, she doesn't weigh much, and he can scoop her easily, an arm braced behind her shoulders and the other behind her knees as he straightens up. ]
If only because I think if you tried walking there yourself, you would fall face-first into the floor and suffocate yourself.
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Don't be mean, I wouldn't do that. I'd roll over so I could breathe.
[Idiot.]