[ but he's sae's annoying ass cat who wandered in one day and is not leaving anytime soon... ]
It wasn't really fun. [ huff... doesn't get the appeal, really. at least that means he's not like his fuck ass dad. ] Wanna have one last drink for the night, together?
Should've just waited for me nicely, then. ( easy?
sae glances over at the table, though, feeling sick enough as is, and thinks he's really just going to hurl if he drinks any more, but... well. how could he say no to his cat? )
Hmm... maaaaybe... it wouldn't have been fun either way, now that I think about it.
[ but fine, next time he'll just wait -_- but will sae appreciate it? he doesn't think so.
sad the way he must disengage from the petting to sit up and pour another drink into that shotglass... don't mind the way it sloshes over the edge a little and onto the coffee table, kaiser will clean it up in the morning. ]
Alright, cheers. [ he'll drink roughly half... a little more, perhaps? before handing the glass over to sae to finish it off. ]
( he won't, but this is what kaiser signed up for, so truly... can he complain!!!
snorting a bit, at the way kaiser spills the alcohol over, he watches him take the shot, then snatches the glass and downs the rest himself. immediately, his face twists in a frown, and he slams the glass back on the table, leaning forward.
[ please not his throwing up kink that sae awoke, rearing its ugly head... what if it gets worse like this?! kaiser leans in and places one hand at sae's back and grabs sae's hand with his other... doing that thing where he rubs at the pressure points for relieving nausea that he's done to sae before, but he's doing it much more roughly and sloppily this time, so. who knows if it'll help at all. ]
Mmhm... you wanna go to the bathroom, Sae? [ pleeeaseeee please bbg don't puke on the living room rug, kaiser does not want to clean that. ]
( ughhh, kaiser asked for this? sae already looked sick enough as is before the final shot — chances are he'd be hunched over the toilet, anyway, whether this happened or not. still, he feels the kind of alcoholic nausea you do, when you go overboard — there but also not, gag reflex not at all activating. his body protests against the intoxication, but there's no push for it — ugh.
he groans, because the hand massage thing doesn't really help — it just feels kind of like kaiser's fumbling with his palm, really.
anyway... this is his apartment so he should be the one concerned about the rug??? )
[ kaiser knows sae does NOT gaf about the rug, because somebody else will be made to clean it. but fine... time for some drunk girl solidarity — it's noticeably awkward, because when kaiser stands up, it's obvious that he's unsteady on his feet... but he pulls sae up and slips an arm under his shoulders to half-drag him to the bathroom.
they do not have to talk about how kaiser accidentally bumped right into the hallway wall on the way in. and the bathroom door. and the sink. look. he's built hardy, so what does it matter.
tempting to just drop sae's drunk ass in front of the toilet, but kaiser does not want to be smote tomorrow morning, so he nudges the bath mat in front of the tub over towards the toilet before depositing sae onto it as gently as he can... then he gives sae this look that's like ok girl do your thing already? what are you waiting for?? for kaiser to hold his hair back, maybe? he'll kneel next to sae and do that... ]
( well, this was possibly the most unsteady trip to the bathroom he's ever experienced in his life. at least kaiser has the mind to push the bath mat towards the toilet, but — sae doesn't really care right now, flopping down onto the ground and draping himself over the bowl.
ughh... he peers into it, staring at the water, and though he feels sick, nothing is coming. also, he doesn't really have any hair to hold back, because if his bangs fall on his face, it's not going to change anything, really?
with a bit of a grimace, he glances around. )
Can you... ( and he moves his arm, gesturing towards the sink briefly. ) — bring me my toothbrush?
[ well. here he is again. confronted with the worst kink he has, kaiser thinks. objectively speaking, he definitely has worse ones, but this is the no. 1 kink he would not ever want to have to explain to somebody else.
since sae's hair doesn't need pulled back, he'll take his hand off of sae's forehead and just. shove two fingers into sae's mouth, all the way to the back of his throat without hesitating... well, sae's gag reflex is probably fucked up even without the alcohol at play, so he pulls back and proceeds to do that two more times before taking his hand away.......
ouuuuughhhhh he hates this! but he enjoys it. but he hates it so much!!!! maybe it was a bad idea to get smashed for literally no reason— ]
( ough. kaiser just jabs his fingers down sae's throat, and he grimaces, feeling his insides protest. his throat spasms; the other moves his hand forward twice, and it's pretty much all it takes for his gag reflex to finally pull through, making him hunch over the toilet bowl and finally spill the current contents of his stomach, which... yeah. it's just alcohol.
that's what he gets for not eating anything and drinking so much.
his stomach churns; the acid burns his throat, and he groans, tiredly, expelling more of the alcohol straight into the toilet and then reaching to flush it. ew... )
Urk... ( sniffles. his eyes are extremely teary rn bc that's what you get for throwing up!!! ) Towel...
[ EWWWWWWWWWWW... he hates that he's into this. don't get all teary and vulnerable-looking after you puke, babygirl. it does something vile to him, and the only thing redeeming about all this is he's too drunk to get properly horny over it.
but anyways. sure, kaiser will hand sae a towel before plopping himself down on the floor next to sae and pulling him into a loose backhug... it's just the two of them and the toilet that sae just threw up into, such a great home date. he nuzzles his face against sae's upper back lightly... truly just sae's shitty terrible cat when it comes to wanting affection, i fear. ]
Feeling better? Wanna do it again?
[ he is NOT asking for his own benefit, for the reference. he simply wants to know if sae is okay now... i pwomise. ]
( ughhh. he's all weak and flushed and there are tears streaming down his face? unfortunately, he's also gross and just threw up, so.
he grimaces, still hanging onto the toilet for dear life, even as kaiser wraps his arms around him and nuzzles against his upper back. eventually, he lets the other pull him into the backhug, though not for a lack of protesting — still, he needs to let go to actually use the towel, and he wipes his face, shaking his head. it should be enough. maybe. )
I think... ( ew, nevermind. he hunches over the toilet again, throwing up some more — his body's wrecked with the tremble, but the only thing that really comes out at this point is alcohol-smelling bile. eugh.
he flushes that, too, and then wipes his face again, all with kaiser hanging onto him. )
[ kind of weird to physically feel sae heaving, still pressed to his back as sae throws up again... but not in a bad way? for whatever that says about his severely distorted tastes... ough... he still blames sae for all of that. ]
... Mmkay. [ give him a moment. sitting down and laying against sae was a little lulling, it'll take a moment for kaiser to push himself up off of the ground. ] Tap water's safe, right?
[ kaiser knows the answer to that, but he can't quite remember at the moment... whenever traveling, he always defaults to boiling the water just to be safe, because one bad away game while not being careful about it is enough to make one cautious about water from the faucet for life.
... anyways, let him wet a washcloth and hand it over to sae if he wants to clean up his face a bit. never mind that he misaims and holds it to the empty space to the right of sae, whatever! ]
( having someone wrapped around you as you throw up makes the whole sensation spread all across your body, really. he feels it that more prominently — and it's really weird, honestly, but maybe if he wasn't drunk off his ass, he'd appreciate it. because he's also weird with distorted tastes —
he hums a short confirmation to kaiser's question and slowly turns once the other's off to grab a washcloth, wiping his eyes with his arm. this is the worst part of throwing up — he's always a mess after, because it can't be helped, but... still. ugh. )
... ( no comment. did the alcohol make kaiser blind??? anyway, he takes the washcloth and wipes his face properly, getting rid of the drool and tears but still looking like someone just said something Really Mean and he couldn't help but cry.
... bad example because he never would, but still — )
[ sowwy if he's seeing double and trying to hand something off to the visual illusion of sae in his mind that doesn't exist... he promises both saes are equally hot in his eyes. ]
Mmhm... [ kind of a tragedy that kaiser isn't in his right mind to enjoy this. wow, a thanks from sae itoshi? and right after he looks like he cried a little? in this economy...? ] I'm gonna get you some water to drink, okay...
[ hang on let him — hang on let him stumble forwards... this might be a difficult ask for him, actually. standing up and moving around made the alcohol hit his bloodstream hard and he feels like he went from somewhere between tipsy and drunk to full on inebriated in the last five minutes... thankfully for them both, he's probably not going to also puke, though.
he walks into the doorframe, very coordinated of him. ]
'kay. ( mumbled out quietly, because his throat doesn't feel too great right now, and he's still a little out of it, dizzy and dazed. it's still funny to watch kaiser stumble out of the bathroom like he's never stood upright in his life — but it's also admirable he's not throwing up, sae thinks... wrow, you can hold in so much alcohol? sooo coool.
he snorts, still, when the other walks into the doorframe and shifts by the toilet, groaning and sitting up on his own. )
I don't think you'll be making it here with water. ( probably gonna spill all of it on the way... )
[ then how is he supposed to get sae his water... if sae looked up at this moment, he might be able to visibly see a question mark go up over kaiser's head. ]
But...
[ he genuinely looks so put out. he's sad... upset that sae doesn't believe in his ability to provide!! ]
Water from the sink?
[ is it acceptable, princess. real question is probably: does sae have a cup or anything acceptably cup-like in his bathroom... ]
[ because! *man on the verge of tears* he has to show he can PROVIDE!! ]
For a glass of water...
[ giraud gets paid so much, but does he get paid enough for this bullshit. ]
I'll take you to the kitchen. [ believe in him babygirl. ] I can do it.
[ BELIEVE IN HIM!! he's holding his arms out... he's going for the princess carry. he is without many inhibitions at the moment, so he is free to be aspirationally cringe as his heart desires... ]
He'd do it. ( it's not a question of whether he'd do it or not, anyway, it's just a question of letting that man have some peace for once.
sae quirks an eyebrow, watching kaiser stumble forward with his arms out. )
Do you want to kill the two of us? ( IS THIS HOW YOU WANNA DOUBLE SUICIDE??? slipping and falling on the bathroom floor... head cracked open... sae sees it in his mind's eye. )
[ he's only on the verge. he would not cry. maybe. ]
We won't die. [ hmph! glaring at sae a little — the sae in his double vision, though, which may make it less effective. ] Trust me, I can do it.
[ why does sae not TRUST HIM!! crazy that sae can be like "stab me" but he won't let kaiser princess carry him while drunk. too bad, kaiser is hooking his arms around sae (real)'s waist and pulling him up. ]
Hey — ( but this idiot's already trying to pick him up, and sae's too dizzy to really fight it right now, still shaken by the vomiting and the alcohol in his system. that kaiser can move this well still is a miracle, truly — but that's probably because his tolerance's clearly higher, and also? he weighs more??? so.
uuugh. with a small groan, he extends his arms, just a little, to make it a little easier for kaiser to pick him up. if he dies, he dies, he guesses...... )
[ YAAAYYYY yet another thing that kaiser has harassed out of sae! he'll do his best to gently lift sae up... sae should probably try and keep his legs close to himself, because kaiser's ability to judge distance isn't the best at the moment, and since he went for the princess carry.. sae's feet might be victims soon. ]
See? No problem.
[ he'll walk slower than usual, though — he has to be careful since he has valuable belongings with him now, obviously. first obstacle: getting through the bathroom door — cleared. next, the hallway... they might both be bumping up against the wall a few times, but at least kaiser doesn't stumble or drop sae or anything? finally, the most complicated part: letting sae down once they're at the kitchen.
or instead kaiser could stand there and keep clinging onto sae like sae is his favorite stuffed animal or something. what's to stop him. ]
( 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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Not by myself. ( he was with his teammates?
so obviously, he had company. )
You had fun all by yourself.
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It wasn't really fun. [ huff... doesn't get the appeal, really. at least that means he's not like his fuck ass dad. ] Wanna have one last drink for the night, together?
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Should've just waited for me nicely, then. ( easy?
sae glances over at the table, though, feeling sick enough as is, and thinks he's really just going to hurl if he drinks any more, but... well. how could he say no to his cat? )
Uhh. Sure... if you pour. ( shaky hands. )
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[ but fine, next time he'll just wait -_- but will sae appreciate it? he doesn't think so.
sad the way he must disengage from the petting to sit up and pour another drink into that shotglass... don't mind the way it sloshes over the edge a little and onto the coffee table, kaiser will clean it up in the morning. ]
Alright, cheers. [ he'll drink roughly half... a little more, perhaps? before handing the glass over to sae to finish it off. ]
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snorting a bit, at the way kaiser spills the alcohol over, he watches him take the shot, then snatches the glass and downs the rest himself. immediately, his face twists in a frown, and he slams the glass back on the table, leaning forward.
ughh... )
'm sick...
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Mmhm... you wanna go to the bathroom, Sae? [ pleeeaseeee please bbg don't puke on the living room rug, kaiser does not want to clean that. ]
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he groans, because the hand massage thing doesn't really help — it just feels kind of like kaiser's fumbling with his palm, really.
anyway... this is his apartment so he should be the one concerned about the rug??? )
Ughh... yeah. ( but. he doesn't move. dead. )
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they do not have to talk about how kaiser accidentally bumped right into the hallway wall on the way in. and the bathroom door. and the sink. look. he's built hardy, so what does it matter.
tempting to just drop sae's drunk ass in front of the toilet, but kaiser does not want to be smote tomorrow morning, so he nudges the bath mat in front of the tub over towards the toilet before depositing sae onto it as gently as he can... then he gives sae this look that's like ok girl do your thing already? what are you waiting for?? for kaiser to hold his hair back, maybe? he'll kneel next to sae and do that... ]
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ughh... he peers into it, staring at the water, and though he feels sick, nothing is coming. also, he doesn't really have any hair to hold back, because if his bangs fall on his face, it's not going to change anything, really?
with a bit of a grimace, he glances around. )
Can you... ( and he moves his arm, gesturing towards the sink briefly. ) — bring me my toothbrush?
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since sae's hair doesn't need pulled back, he'll take his hand off of sae's forehead and just. shove two fingers into sae's mouth, all the way to the back of his throat without hesitating... well, sae's gag reflex is probably fucked up even without the alcohol at play, so he pulls back and proceeds to do that two more times before taking his hand away.......
ouuuuughhhhh he hates this! but he enjoys it. but he hates it so much!!!! maybe it was a bad idea to get smashed for literally no reason— ]
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that's what he gets for not eating anything and drinking so much.
his stomach churns; the acid burns his throat, and he groans, tiredly, expelling more of the alcohol straight into the toilet and then reaching to flush it. ew... )
Urk... ( sniffles. his eyes are extremely teary rn bc that's what you get for throwing up!!! ) Towel...
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but anyways. sure, kaiser will hand sae a towel before plopping himself down on the floor next to sae and pulling him into a loose backhug... it's just the two of them and the toilet that sae just threw up into, such a great home date. he nuzzles his face against sae's upper back lightly... truly just sae's shitty terrible cat when it comes to wanting affection, i fear. ]
Feeling better? Wanna do it again?
[ he is NOT asking for his own benefit, for the reference. he simply wants to know if sae is okay now... i pwomise. ]
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he grimaces, still hanging onto the toilet for dear life, even as kaiser wraps his arms around him and nuzzles against his upper back. eventually, he lets the other pull him into the backhug, though not for a lack of protesting — still, he needs to let go to actually use the towel, and he wipes his face, shaking his head. it should be enough. maybe. )
I think... ( ew, nevermind. he hunches over the toilet again, throwing up some more — his body's wrecked with the tremble, but the only thing that really comes out at this point is alcohol-smelling bile. eugh.
he flushes that, too, and then wipes his face again, all with kaiser hanging onto him. )
... now I might be fine.
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... Mmkay. [ give him a moment. sitting down and laying against sae was a little lulling, it'll take a moment for kaiser to push himself up off of the ground. ] Tap water's safe, right?
[ kaiser knows the answer to that, but he can't quite remember at the moment... whenever traveling, he always defaults to boiling the water just to be safe, because one bad away game while not being careful about it is enough to make one cautious about water from the faucet for life.
... anyways, let him wet a washcloth and hand it over to sae if he wants to clean up his face a bit. never mind that he misaims and holds it to the empty space to the right of sae, whatever! ]
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he hums a short confirmation to kaiser's question and slowly turns once the other's off to grab a washcloth, wiping his eyes with his arm. this is the worst part of throwing up — he's always a mess after, because it can't be helped, but... still. ugh. )
... ( no comment. did the alcohol make kaiser blind??? anyway, he takes the washcloth and wipes his face properly, getting rid of the drool and tears but still looking like someone just said something Really Mean and he couldn't help but cry.
... bad example because he never would, but still — )
Thanks. ( sniffles. )
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Mmhm... [ kind of a tragedy that kaiser isn't in his right mind to enjoy this. wow, a thanks from sae itoshi? and right after he looks like he cried a little? in this economy...? ] I'm gonna get you some water to drink, okay...
[ hang on let him — hang on let him stumble forwards... this might be a difficult ask for him, actually. standing up and moving around made the alcohol hit his bloodstream hard and he feels like he went from somewhere between tipsy and drunk to full on inebriated in the last five minutes... thankfully for them both, he's probably not going to also puke, though.
he walks into the doorframe, very coordinated of him. ]
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'kay. ( mumbled out quietly, because his throat doesn't feel too great right now, and he's still a little out of it, dizzy and dazed. it's still funny to watch kaiser stumble out of the bathroom like he's never stood upright in his life — but it's also admirable he's not throwing up, sae thinks... wrow, you can hold in so much alcohol? sooo coool.
he snorts, still, when the other walks into the doorframe and shifts by the toilet, groaning and sitting up on his own. )
I don't think you'll be making it here with water. ( probably gonna spill all of it on the way... )
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But...
[ he genuinely looks so put out. he's sad... upset that sae doesn't believe in his ability to provide!! ]
Water from the sink?
[ is it acceptable, princess. real question is probably: does sae have a cup or anything acceptably cup-like in his bathroom... ]
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( why are you even still up and about... just sit your ass down if you're gonna be useless?
sae pats around, and then realizes his phone is not on him. ough. )
I could call Giraud... ( for... a glass of water... )
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For a glass of water...
[ giraud gets paid so much, but does he get paid enough for this bullshit. ]
I'll take you to the kitchen. [ believe in him babygirl. ] I can do it.
[ BELIEVE IN HIM!! he's holding his arms out... he's going for the princess carry. he is without many inhibitions at the moment, so he is free to be aspirationally cringe as his heart desires... ]
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He'd do it. ( it's not a question of whether he'd do it or not, anyway, it's just a question of letting that man have some peace for once.
sae quirks an eyebrow, watching kaiser stumble forward with his arms out. )
Do you want to kill the two of us? ( IS THIS HOW YOU WANNA DOUBLE SUICIDE??? slipping and falling on the bathroom floor... head cracked open... sae sees it in his mind's eye. )
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We won't die. [ hmph! glaring at sae a little — the sae in his double vision, though, which may make it less effective. ] Trust me, I can do it.
[ why does sae not TRUST HIM!! crazy that sae can be like "stab me" but he won't let kaiser princess carry him while drunk. too bad, kaiser is hooking his arms around sae (real)'s waist and pulling him up. ]
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Hey — ( but this idiot's already trying to pick him up, and sae's too dizzy to really fight it right now, still shaken by the vomiting and the alcohol in his system. that kaiser can move this well still is a miracle, truly — but that's probably because his tolerance's clearly higher, and also? he weighs more??? so.
uuugh. with a small groan, he extends his arms, just a little, to make it a little easier for kaiser to pick him up. if he dies, he dies, he guesses...... )
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See? No problem.
[ he'll walk slower than usual, though — he has to be careful since he has valuable belongings with him now, obviously. first obstacle: getting through the bathroom door — cleared. next, the hallway... they might both be bumping up against the wall a few times, but at least kaiser doesn't stumble or drop sae or anything? finally, the most complicated part: letting sae down once they're at the kitchen.
or instead kaiser could stand there and keep clinging onto sae like sae is his favorite stuffed animal or something. what's to stop him. ]
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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. )
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