( he just kind of curls up in kaiser's arms, anyway, because he's still nauseous and this feels very unsteady. if he falls, he'll at least cushion it a little —
but, well. he is still drunk, and kaiser's warm, and he rests his head against the other's clavicle, dangerously close to snuggling into his chest. it's comfortable, even if a little unsteady; kaiser still carries him around like he weighs nothing at all, even though he's also drunk, and maybe if he wasn't also fucked up, he'd be less impressed, but — )
Good job. ( he hums, sounding out of it but nevertheless mostly pleased, barely even noticing when kaiser suddenly stops.
opening his eyes, he glances up at kaiser's face, quirking an eyebrow. )
What? ( why's kaiser treating him like a plushie. tf. )
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but, well. he is still drunk, and kaiser's warm, and he rests his head against the other's clavicle, dangerously close to snuggling into his chest. it's comfortable, even if a little unsteady; kaiser still carries him around like he weighs nothing at all, even though he's also drunk, and maybe if he wasn't also fucked up, he'd be less impressed, but — )
Good job. ( he hums, sounding out of it but nevertheless mostly pleased, barely even noticing when kaiser suddenly stops.
opening his eyes, he glances up at kaiser's face, quirking an eyebrow. )
What? ( why's kaiser treating him like a plushie. tf. )