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Who: BAD END = DUMB END and others
When: post-game
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[SO.

THAT SUCKED.

THAT REALLY REALLY SUCKED.

TIME TO FLOP INTO OUR SUCKY DORMS AFTER A SUCKY GAME.

I GUESS PEOPLE CAN COME OVER TO... Y'KNOW... IF THEY WANNA.]

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[if you think he's not going to drink himself into oblivion, that was your mistake]

If I take too long, it'll be bad. But yeah... it's. Mostly in her court. The ball is.

Too soon and it'd still be too sore, right? But.. Yeah. You don't wanna wait too long. To play ball with her.

[ if we're sticking with that metaphor.]

Yeah...

I don't want to make her cry again.

[except pretty sure that's gonna happen.]

[ buddy 8(]

Pretty sure any guy with a shred o' decency would agree with ya there. But - - she seems tough, too.

[... come to think of it.

lifting up his shirt to poke at where she nailed him with a fist to the gut.

it's probably bruising lovely.]

Yeah, she is.

[scary, too.]

Wow.

She got ya pretty good, huh?

[ he drops a hand to poke too. definitely impressed. ]

She did have me pinned to a wall.

Ya let her, I figure?

[... just kind of shrugs.

drinking more.]

-- hey, don't go too wild on that. I still gotta pretend I'm the responsible one here.

[. . . idk what you expected if not Boss looking you dead in the eye and then downing the rest of that cup in one shot.]

[ - - reaches forward, to gently try to grab his arm and holds out his other hand for the cup. ]

Hey, I'm serious. It's not good to go overboard on that stuff.

[fine. you can have the cup back.]

How much worse can it make it?

[like, just saying. it's already pretty fucking bad sober.]

I'm not lettin' ya get alcohol poisonin' because you feel like shit.

Two cups isn't enough to poison...

[he... thinks.

but also he IS starting to feel that first cup for sure, now.]

Well I don't want ya blackout drunk either.

[ he's leaning forward a bit, double checking his pupils, how red he looks. ]

[... what is this fussing.

he makes a soft noise of fuss himself while Oni does that, but then just what if putting his arms around Oni's shoulders in a kind of not-hug thing?]

[ maximum fuss but also that's bringing a lot of dere. just, huffs, leans forward some into that. ]

Ya feelin' it?

Yeah...

[there's a weirdly not-quite-painful feeling of his muscles relaxing despite having been tense up to that point and it's really easier to just lean against Oni again.]

It does feel like yer finally startin' to relax.

[nods a bit.]

Sorry...

[feels like he's been saying that a lot today.]

You don't gotta apologize to me.

[ he wraps his arm around him in turn, voice a murmur. ]

[hugs are, in fact, very nice.

tactile things are very nice and he is actually completely fine with trying to tug Oni onto the bed so hugs can happen while laying down. seems like a great idea.]

[ he moves with the tug with a whuff, laying down with him

they are basically just cuddling at this point aren't they ]

[yes and it's great. mad dog has a very needy cat just curled up against him.]