I'm not sure what the doc's doing. And I said that you could come home with me. We have a spare bedroom. [ he fully collapses onto the hard seat of the dinosaur game, his eyes closing as he tries to catch his own breath. ]
Alright. I just don't want to go home. [ or do the walk of shame in front of anyone, least of all Kaveh who might be doing his own at this hour. ] Can you please take us there now before someone finds us like this on a dinosaur machine?
[ he opens a portal beneath himself and sends them both crashing into the guest bathroom. heh. ] …you’re never going to look at that game the same, but we should play it properly sometime. [ he sits up. ] Shower, or bathe, whichever. I’ll grab you a pair of my pajamas, since you’re not going to fit into Ratio’s.
I’ll be right back. [ and then he needs to shower too. he gets up and disappears, eventually returning with a seat of fancy teal jammies. ] Here, Sunday.
[ His eyes widen as he falls onto the plush bathroom rug before slowly pushing himself up. ]
Please don't go too far. Don't wanna drown.
[ He's already undressing without a care in the world and stepping into the shower, leaving his clothes on the floor because he can't bring himself to care at the moment. ]
… [ oh, right, sunday is still blasted. ] You’re not going to drown. [ he knocks on the door, entering a moment later to set the pajamas on the seat of the toilet. ] I’m going to go shower too. Once you’re finished showering put these on and the bedroom is out this door and to the left. I’ll check on you in about fifteen minutes.
And you’ll be fine Sunday. Just take it easy. Slowly too. And if you really do need me… just call my name. [ he leaves to go clean himself up. ]
[ He does eventually finish his shower before putting the pajamas on and face-planting into the mattress when he finds the spare bedroom. He hugs one of the pillows to himself, latching onto it with his arms and legs like a koala, already starting to doze off a little. ]
[ he knocks on the door about 20 minutes later, letting himself in a few seconds after. he sets a bottle of water on the night stand as the cakes bounce in. ] Are you feeling any better? [ he takes a seat on the edge of the bed, the cats joining him and immediately nestling on sunday’s other side. ]
I can, and don’t worry… you’re not going anywhere. And I think they can sense something is wrong… [ he looks between the three of them, and they’ve already tucked their shells against sunday and slithered onto and/or squashed into him. ] which is why they immediately came in here to try to cuddle.
But I’ll stay too… until you fall asleep. [ he sets a hand on his leg and rubs it… just so sunday knows he’s there. ]
[ He pets the nearest cat before pushing his face into the pillow and hugging it tighter to himself. It really does not take long for the alcohol to catch up to him and make him pass out. ]
…take all the time you need. [ it’s not a race. he continues rubbing his leg until he’s fallen asleep, waiting a few more minutes before finally getting up. he turns the light off and leaves the room. ] Goodnight, Sunday.
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I’ll be right back. [ and then he needs to shower too. he gets up and disappears, eventually returning with a seat of fancy teal jammies. ] Here, Sunday.
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Please don't go too far. Don't wanna drown.
[ He's already undressing without a care in the world and stepping into the shower, leaving his clothes on the floor because he can't bring himself to care at the moment. ]
I'll be done qui–...qui–...fast.
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And you’ll be fine Sunday. Just take it easy. Slowly too. And if you really do need me… just call my name. [ he leaves to go clean himself up. ]
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Can you stay...till I fall asleep? Feels like I'm gonna sink through the bed like quicksand, and the cats are cute.
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But I’ll stay too… until you fall asleep. [ he sets a hand on his leg and rubs it… just so sunday knows he’s there. ]
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[ He pets the nearest cat before pushing his face into the pillow and hugging it tighter to himself. It really does not take long for the alcohol to catch up to him and make him pass out. ]
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