[ What kind of greeting is that to give to your inebriated housemate currently ignoring you in favor of a handful of tiny dogs? The right one, that's what.
He looks up, eye(s) blinking as her face swims into his vision. It's stupid, how seeing her in person suddenly sets him at peace, as though he hadn't just spent the better part of two hours slowly drinking his misery away. (Or maybe that's the alcohol talking.) ]
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He looks up, eye(s) blinking as her face swims into his vision. It's stupid, how seeing her in person suddenly sets him at peace, as though he hadn't just spent the better part of two hours slowly drinking his misery away. (Or maybe that's the alcohol talking.) ]
Mm?
[ That's it, that's all he's got. ]