[Ow his poor noggin. He huffs a quiet laugh and waits until she's not using his head as support for a second before he pushes himself smoothly to his feet, wrapping the hand not holding the bottle around her waist to support her more easily. Appreciate that nice, firm chest he has under a hastily-tied yukata. Maybe ignore the dumb slippers he's wearing with his fleece pajama pants because 32 degrees Fahrenheit is nothing to fuck around with?? He's warm fuck you.]
No, no fucking off to the abyss.
[He's trying to make her laugh by imitating her speech, because self-degradation is only funny when he's doing it to himself.]
Let's go to the rec room. I'll be fun. I can carry you if you want.
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No, no fucking off to the abyss.
[He's trying to make her laugh by imitating her speech, because self-degradation is only funny when he's doing it to himself.]
Let's go to the rec room. I'll be fun. I can carry you if you want.