I've gotten him onto the futon, but he's flopping about and doesn't seem very settled. Mumbling something about dinner.
Oh, Gotou-chan.
I lower myself onto the futon beside him, dropping one arm heavily across his middle to weight him down. He squirms a bit, but I'm insistent. He needs rest, and I do too.
For all that I know Gotou-chan fairly well, I wasn't aware that alcohol brought out such loopiness in him; to be honest, it's extremely endearing, and I have to fiercely rein in my urge to kiss him because he's being so adorable. That would not be good for me to do, not at all. He's drunk, and I'm taking care of him.
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Date: 2012-10-03 08:20 am (UTC)I've gotten him onto the futon, but he's flopping about and doesn't seem very settled. Mumbling something about dinner.
Oh, Gotou-chan.
I lower myself onto the futon beside him, dropping one arm heavily across his middle to weight him down. He squirms a bit, but I'm insistent. He needs rest, and I do too.
For all that I know Gotou-chan fairly well, I wasn't aware that alcohol brought out such loopiness in him; to be honest, it's extremely endearing, and I have to fiercely rein in my urge to kiss him because he's being so adorable. That would not be good for me to do, not at all. He's drunk, and I'm taking care of him.
"Go to sleep. You can scold me when you wake up."