[ 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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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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