Your eyes have shut sometime in the last few minutes, and your purring stutters to a stop as you crack them open. It's still bright outside, even with your glasses, and Marduk is standing in front of you, holding out a bottle of water.
Riccin shrugs you off, and the world goes floppy for a moment: you're too tired to really have much in the way of balance, the heat having left you limp-limbed and sluggish, but luckily there's a big hand in the center of your spine, shoving you roughly towards Marduk.
"Oh," you say, blinking rapidly. Latching onto Marduk's arm as soon as she gets close enough is a matter of self-preservation: you don't want to fall! (You can't feel the ground beneath you with anything other than your feet, and that's bizarre.) But she still tenses like it's unexpected, and you twist your mouth into a lopsided smile. "Sorry," you offer, laughing a little as you lean on her.
This is ridiculous. By the point that the alcohol starts burning off and disorientation sets in, you're usually already asleep. If this is what it feels to be drunk - really, really drunk - you're never going to touch a drink ever again. "Haah. I take it we're walking now..?"
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Your eyes have shut sometime in the last few minutes, and your purring stutters to a stop as you crack them open. It's still bright outside, even with your glasses, and Marduk is standing in front of you, holding out a bottle of water.
Riccin shrugs you off, and the world goes floppy for a moment: you're too tired to really have much in the way of balance, the heat having left you limp-limbed and sluggish, but luckily there's a big hand in the center of your spine, shoving you roughly towards Marduk.
"Oh," you say, blinking rapidly. Latching onto Marduk's arm as soon as she gets close enough is a matter of self-preservation: you don't want to fall! (You can't feel the ground beneath you with anything other than your feet, and that's bizarre.) But she still tenses like it's unexpected, and you twist your mouth into a lopsided smile. "Sorry," you offer, laughing a little as you lean on her.
This is ridiculous. By the point that the alcohol starts burning off and disorientation sets in, you're usually already asleep. If this is what it feels to be drunk - really, really drunk - you're never going to touch a drink ever again. "Haah. I take it we're walking now..?"