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[ It's not the easiest thing to talk about, even when you're an open and shameless book like Roxy. There are just bad things that she doesn't want to focus on, or deal with at all, really... why? it seems like such a waste of time, fixating on the negative when she could be doing so many other things with her time. Things that make her happy. Like drinking, and (unsuccessfully) hitting on people, and going mad with "power" (technology) and cloning a couple dozen cats. What's so wrong with that? Arduous long-term processes of complete and utter humiliation are just her aesthetic, that's all.

Clumsily, her every move exaggerated, Roxy crawls under the kotatsu and snuggles up to Hinata instantly. ]

You're so warm, I never wanna let you go? [ She murmurs, her speech beginning to slur as her body processes more of the alcohol already in her body. She also hasn't slept in a few days? She really needs to learn how to love herself. Sleepily, she clings to the front of his yukata, and murmurs some more, ]

I love you, Hinata.

[ just casually drops the bomb but. you know, she could just mean platonically, right? Who knows. This is Roxy, whose wants and desires seemingly change on a whim. What's the old saying? Roxys and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea. Yeah, something like that. ]

Roxy...

[He doesn't protest her snuggling up to his yukata, though he is careful to set the open bottle out of her reach. And lean to push it a little further away, too, because from the smell, he sure as hell doesn't want to put any of that in his mouth.

She can probably hear his heart pounding under the cloth, even as he sighs and wraps her into a hug. Ostensibly into a hug, that is. He's still checking to make sure she hasn't literally poisoned herself here. At least the only person he'd have to worry about is Rose, probably? Hajime doesn't seem like the type to get jealous over this. More like she'd want to join the cuddle pile, even as Hinata lightly strokes fingers through her hair, untangling any knots he finds.]

Love you too, [he murmurs quietly, but loud enough for her to hear. He knows how much she needs to hear something like that, even as he qualifies the statement with,] You're one of my best friends.

[ Roxy knows when all of this is over, and she wakes up with the worst hangover imaginable, that she is going to be in trouble. With herself, mostly. While she's cooked up a thousand and one scenarios in her head as to how people like Dirk, Jake, and Rose are going to react when they find out about this, they are just that-- scenarios. Hypotheticals born from the ashes of her self-esteem, the bastard children of anxiety and dread.

Like a dying star collapsing in on itself, and simultaneously spewing affection out all over the place, Roxy's love is a force of nature. Anything worth doing is worth overdoing, in her book. Moderation has never been her strong suit; neither has looking before leaping. That's why she realizes, a little too late, just how utterly fucked she is, and why the realization hits her as hard as it does.

She tears up, because why bask in all this love and enjoy the moment when you can be a miserable piece of shit instead? ]

Ooh no.

[ she is so dead when she finds out about this in the morning!! ]

Roxy...

[Okay no that was the wrong response, apparently?? He ducks his head to try to look at her, though of course if her face is still buried in his chest he's not exactly going to be successful in that endeavor.]

Roxy, tell me what's wrong. Please?

[ Fortunately, Roxy's shifted so he can see her frowning face. ]

I'm gonna puke.

[That wasn't what he'd meant, but that is indeed a pressing concern, yes. Immediately, his fingers find the accupressure point of her wrist to help alleviate the nausea, and he's using his grip on her to help lift her gently to her feet.]

Bathroom's not far. Let's see if you can make it there.

[He will do his Best to get her into a toilet stall before she pukes, but if she can't make it, oh well.]

[ Looks like luck's on their side. Roxy makes it to the bathroom just in time, thanks to Hinata's help as well. When all is said and done, she'll feel a lot better, but right now? This fucking sucks and she wants to die.

Definitely overdid it this time. ]

[Roxy... he wishes there was something he could do to help, but this really is the best course of action. All he does right now is sit on the floor next to her and keep her hair out of her face. Because he's absolutely certain she doesn't want vomit in her hair. No one wants that.]

It's okay... I'll get you some water when you're done, don't worry.

[So much for his peaceful night's sleep.]

[ After what feels like an eternity of puking up all of her insides, Roxy leans back against Hinata and whines. She's so sorry she's a piece of shit, but god does she appreciate him being there for her through this. ]

Bluh. Soooorry. Used to be able to hold m'alcolol lots better than this.

[ she wants to die ]

Edited 2016-12-11 20:41 (UTC)

Don't worry about it.

[He hugs her close as he reaches up to flush the toilet, because god lord that is gross. Not one of the grossest things he's ever seen, but not exactly the nicest, either.

Instead, he tries to help her to her feet again, leading her to the sink.]

C'mon, you'll feel better if you rinse your mouth out.

[ Roxy feels a little better after puking up the poison in her stomach, but still stumbles a little when he helps her to the sink. When she gets there, she just. sort of. lays on it. This is her home now.

She snickers and wiggles her butt at him. ]

Heheh. Loooook. What guy wouldn't be lucky to have this hot mess?

[ he dodged a bullet ]

Any guy would.

[Okay, you stay there by the sink. Hinata rests a hand on her shoulder for a second before pulling back.]

I'm going to get some water out of the kitchen. I'll be right back, don't go anywhere other than back to the kotatsu. Promise?

[he even goes so far as to hold his pinky out. You stay put, Roxy Lalonde.]

[ Roxy reaches out to do her part in the swearing of the pinkies but

gODdamm

theres more thank one

how the FUCK

just

grab onto it

with your OWN pinky

ro-lal you stupid piece of shit

jesus DICK it isn't hard??? ]

Fuck it. [ She just. Gives him a thumbs up instead, melts off of the counter, and wobbles back to the kotatsu, where she curls up in a ball. A couple of cats have followed them, seeking out the warmth, and make a kitty pile on top of her. ]

M'good. I'm here. I won't go anywhere, promise.

[He bites back a laugh and just. walks her back to the kotatsu, making sure that she's nicely covered by the blanket and just gently resting his hand atop her head.]

I'll be right back,

[he promises again. And then as soon as he's out of the rec room and out of sight, he breaks into a dead sprint, taking the stairs three at a time to get to the med bay for aspirin, then sprinting back down to get a cup for water out of the kitchen. He might not be a God Tier when it comes to flashstepping or teleportation, but he can sprint among the fastest people in the world when he puts his mind to it.

He's not even winded when he makes it back to the rec room only a few minutes later, bottle of water in one hand, bottle of aspirin in the other.]

Hey, Roxy?

[Hopefully she hasn't fallen asleep already, because he'd dearly like for her to at least have some water before going to bed, even if she doesn't take the pills.]

[ Hinata is fast, but her drunk ass is faster!! Or something. She's lightly dozing when he pops back into the room with the war supplies in preparation for the Great Hangover War of 2016. ]

Mmm?

[ She cracks an eye open from underneath a pile of fluffy babies, one of which she's holding and snuggling like a teddy bear. ]

[Adorable. He can't help but smile at her, even as he takes a seat nearby and offers the water bottle.]

Drink some of this. It'll help.

[ Graciously, Roxy helps herself to the water and pills. ]

M'sorry I got you outta bed for this.

No need to apologize.

[He gently shifts one of the cats aside so he can have some space in the kotatsu, too, tucking his feet under his butt to kneel under the blanket. It's a gentle, easy motion to try to pull her closer; if she wants to use his knees as a pillow, she's welcome to it.]

Are you feeling any better...?

Lil' bit.

[ Roxy rests her head on his knees gratefully, relaxing against him and enjoying the warmth from both the kotatsu and his body. After a slight pause, she murmurs softly, hesitantly, ]

Hey, Hinata?

Hm?

[He gently rests a hand atop her hair, brushing a few lose strands back away from her face in the hope that it might make her more comfortable. He really doesn't envy the hangover she'll doubtless have tomorrow.]

What is it, Roxy?

[ The hangover won't be as bad as it could be, thanks to Hinata. ]

How come emptiness feels so heavy?

[He hums quietly, keeping his fingers in her hair in a kind of vague hope that it might relax her, make her feel better and less alone. It sounds like something he should be able to answer easily, something that doesn't require a real answer, but he weighs it all the same as a serious question. She deserves that much.

But that doesn't mean he won't try to make her smile by making the answer sound silly. So after a pause, a long few, quiet seconds only broken by the quiet hum of the heater below the kotatsu, the purring cats, and the quiet brush of his fingers against her hair, he finally answers,]

I guess you just have to fill the space with something lighter. You know, how an empty balloon weighs more than a balloon filled with helium?

So let's think about what we can do to make your Void a little lighter.

[ The hair brushing is so nice that she is basically purring like a meowcat, herself. She giggles and rolls onto her back, looking up at him with droopy, sleepy eyes. ]

Hehehe... like I need to be full a' more hot air. [ She appreciates him taking the time to consider her question and answer it seriously, though, which is why she adds: ] I don't think I'm supposed to, H. Idk. I've been tryin' to do that for years? Heeence the meowcats n' the booze n' the gazillion crushes.

[ She laughs again because why not life's a big fat fucking joke anyway, ]

Case in point: I'm in love again n' abso-fuckin'-lutely miserable.

[He hums again, shifting a little himself to rest more comfortably with her head on his knees, and keeps gently brushing his fingers through her hair until she tells him to stop. He doubts that she will, but hey, you never know.

It does explain the cats... excessiveness in trying to fill a space. Cats, alcohol, and love sounds like the beginnings of a terribly melodramatic romance novel serialization, but he keeps that thought to himself.

Instead, he just quirks an eyebrow down at her, trying to pretend like he doesn't have mixed feelings about her crushing on someone else. How selfish...]

Do you want to talk about it?

What's there to talk about? He's hot n' totes my type n' probs totally unavailable as per usual.

[ Granted Kon has a very good reason for not wanting a relationship. A really good one. She doesn't blame him at all. She just can't believe her own stupid luck (or lack thereof). Why's she the only one of her closest friends who has to be alone? Meeeeh...

Also, he can pet her 5ever and always, ok. ]

I keep doin' this to myself n' it's fuckin' pathetic.

Edited 2016-12-15 00:18 (UTC)

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