[his insistence is slurred and firm all at once... but he softens, of course, because he's too full of buzzing to stay sharp or mean for very long.]
It feels good. Being liked, like... that...
[he moves his hand, drunkenly tiptoeing his fingers at Irahls' scarf. fingertips grazing, mostly useless, to try and scoot it down, away from his face.]
no subject
[his insistence is slurred and firm all at once... but he softens, of course, because he's too full of buzzing to stay sharp or mean for very long.]
It feels good. Being liked, like... that...
[he moves his hand, drunkenly tiptoeing his fingers at Irahls' scarf. fingertips grazing, mostly useless, to try and scoot it down, away from his face.]