it's 2am and i took 17 shots of vodka trying to forget your name
but the only name i forgot was mine. and sober —
“Oh.” He says, and it causes her to laugh lightly again — a chiming sound that has her resting as she keeps her face by his ear, until his head drops along her shoulder and she presses her cheek into his head, a soft nuzzle so much like her caracal shift would do. Though it helps to hide both their flushes on the subject.
But he continues and she listens, keeping her arms tight around his neck, the smile on her lips felt by the way her cheeks fill out. “Probably.” She murmurs with a light laugh to accompany his own, feeling so much lighter than she has since this entire ordeal started.
Still, she listens more when he mentions he really would like to help if Neron needed it, and who was she to blame him? If given the chance to help save someone versus watching them die when she knew she could help them? She’d choose to help. So she nestles her head in a bit more, arms tightening around his neck as she lets the alcohol swell through her. “I would if I were you. And I’d be glad to help where I can.” She murmurs, pressing her own kiss to his ear, pulling back slightly to press one to his bearded cheek, too.
But now her stomach begins to fight back, and she focuses on him as she withdraws a bit more. “So, how about making some of that dinner we mentioned earlier?” She asks, tilting her head with a bright smile.
But he continues and she listens, keeping her arms tight around his neck, the smile on her lips felt by the way her cheeks fill out. “Probably.” She murmurs with a light laugh to accompany his own, feeling so much lighter than she has since this entire ordeal started.
Still, she listens more when he mentions he really would like to help if Neron needed it, and who was she to blame him? If given the chance to help save someone versus watching them die when she knew she could help them? She’d choose to help. So she nestles her head in a bit more, arms tightening around his neck as she lets the alcohol swell through her. “I would if I were you. And I’d be glad to help where I can.” She murmurs, pressing her own kiss to his ear, pulling back slightly to press one to his bearded cheek, too.
But now her stomach begins to fight back, and she focuses on him as she withdraws a bit more. “So, how about making some of that dinner we mentioned earlier?” She asks, tilting her head with a bright smile.
— or drunk, you're the only thing on my mind
KIADA
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Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
