[ Their brains all ultimately arrived at the same destination. And technically? Cloud started it. It was Yoimiya and Childe who finished. :) The four of them are now one collective, neuro network of laughter, embarrassment, thirst and shame. When he gets scolded first, he's flustered...and mayhaps looking a little ashamed. Don't pout beau. ]
S'cuse me.
[ But at least Tartaglia and Yoimiya were having a good time. ...at their expense. Don't shame them too hard, you two. :< They are closet filth. At least Cloud leans back onto his knees before pushing himself back up to his feet, pillow dangling in hand. Shaking his head, he tries to rid himself that fuzzy feeling in his brain, and clears his throat as if that was going to somehow dispel the blush.
Ahh. That was relatively harmless. They'll get over it. Eventually. ]
You're just trouble all-around.
[ Mr. Tartaglia. >:{ ... But he doesn't really mean that. Not in the contexts of this night. When Yoimiya suggests a game like Mâ–Šâ–Šâ–Šâ–Š Party? He puts his hands on his hips as if to step up to the plate and agree. But she tapers... Or...? Or... what?! ]
Piggyback?
[ He cocks an eyebrow...before taking a look over at Ayaka. As if he was looking for guidance and a suggestion. ... His alcohol tolerance. He's too sober to make this choice on his own. SDFAJLK ]
no subject
S'cuse me.
[ But at least Tartaglia and Yoimiya were having a good time. ...at their expense. Don't shame them too hard, you two. :< They are closet filth. At least Cloud leans back onto his knees before pushing himself back up to his feet, pillow dangling in hand. Shaking his head, he tries to rid himself that fuzzy feeling in his brain, and clears his throat as if that was going to somehow dispel the blush.
Ahh. That was relatively harmless. They'll get over it.
Eventually. ]You're just trouble all-around.
[ Mr. Tartaglia. >:{ ... But he doesn't really mean that. Not in the contexts of this night. When Yoimiya suggests a game like Mâ–Šâ–Šâ–Šâ–Š Party? He puts his hands on his hips as if to step up to the plate and agree. But she tapers... Or...? Or... what?! ]
Piggyback?
[ He cocks an eyebrow...before taking a look over at Ayaka. As if he was looking for guidance and a suggestion. ... His alcohol tolerance. He's too sober to make this choice on his own. SDFAJLK ]