[ Roxy leans against him and rests her head on his shoulder, yawning. Suppose he's right. She doesn't want to argue with him, either way. ]
'Kay, f'you say so. [ She hooks her arms around his, hugging it tight. ] Oh and, like. [ A pause as she struggles with consciousness. ] I wanted to tell you a thing. Wanted to tell you...
[He shifts to get a little more comfortable, wrapping his arms loosely around her. Though if she's offering apologies for all that nonsense with Komaeda, he'll take it...]
[ She snorts, because he doesn't even know what she's sorry for? Or maybe he does, in all his SHSL wisdom or whatever. She has no idea how any of that actually works, and she's not even going to pretend to, no matter how drunk she is.
Giving him a squish, the next bit is said while attempting to fight off another yawn. What she says: ]
Maaan, how're you jus', like. Sooo good? You're so good. M'glad we're totes bffsies n' shit. So if you were to ever, like... let it slip accidentallaly that I, uh, got waaaaaaay shitfaced like the boozehound I am? Around someone like Di-Stri? I wouldn't even care, that's how entrenched in the pale feels we are here, bro.
[ What she means: "tell him so I don't have to, plz". ]
[He keeps his arms around her, reaching up to gently run his fingers through her hair again, even as he takes her sentences apart and analyzes what he knows of her, her expression, her tone of voice and the situation they're in.
He tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear and hugs her a little tighter with his other arm.]
[ And rest she does. She murmurs something else, something unintelligible, and begins dozing off, his fingers in her hair coaxing her to sleep in no time at all. ]
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'Kay, f'you say so. [ She hooks her arms around his, hugging it tight. ] Oh and, like. [ A pause as she struggles with consciousness. ] I wanted to tell you a thing. Wanted to tell you...
M'sorry.
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[He shifts to get a little more comfortable, wrapping his arms loosely around her. Though if she's offering apologies for all that nonsense with Komaeda, he'll take it...]
You're my friend.
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Giving him a squish, the next bit is said while attempting to fight off another yawn. What she says: ]
Maaan, how're you jus', like. Sooo good? You're so good. M'glad we're totes bffsies n' shit. So if you were to ever, like... let it slip accidentallaly that I, uh, got waaaaaaay shitfaced like the boozehound I am? Around someone like Di-Stri? I wouldn't even care, that's how entrenched in the pale feels we are here, bro.
[ What she means: "tell him so I don't have to, plz". ]
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[He keeps his arms around her, reaching up to gently run his fingers through her hair again, even as he takes her sentences apart and analyzes what he knows of her, her expression, her tone of voice and the situation they're in.
He tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear and hugs her a little tighter with his other arm.]
Don't worry. It'll be okay. Just rest.
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[ And rest she does. She murmurs something else, something unintelligible, and begins dozing off, his fingers in her hair coaxing her to sleep in no time at all. ]