HOTARU
The door opens in short time, and though she's prepared for any kind of reaction from the man, she internally questions the darkness on his face as he leans against the door frame. His short words force a soft hum of acknowledgement from her throat, though she doesn't deign to give him anything more at the moment. When he steps away to give her room, she steps in and closes the door in one smooth motion. Summarily makes herself at home by following him to the couch he had clearly been occupying, and places herself on the opposing piece of furniture, legs crossing and eyes alighting upon the alcohol at the very bottom of his glass.
"Have enough to share?" She has a feeling they'll need it, especially with everything she wants to speak to him about tonight, but she'd not steal it from him if he needed to use it as some sort of crutch. If he needs to drown his sorrows tonight, in a way that she understands. Were he Deimos, Rexanna, any kind of family she would have sat beside him and let him fall into her, share his burden, but instead she can only share his drink.
"Have enough to share?" She has a feeling they'll need it, especially with everything she wants to speak to him about tonight, but she'd not steal it from him if he needed to use it as some sort of crutch. If he needs to drown his sorrows tonight, in a way that she understands. Were he Deimos, Rexanna, any kind of family she would have sat beside him and let him fall into her, share his burden, but instead she can only share his drink.
please do me a favor and shut up
I wear heels bigger than your d*ck
