he is grateful to have a friend like frederick , most people cant stand being around a drunk touma. he rests a good majority of his weight against the taller demon and clings to his suit , shaking his head softly. ` pukey-touma is embarrassing , i dont want him to visit tonight. ` for the time being at least , he didnt feel a bit of nausea teasing him. if he’d stayed behind and drank even more within the confines of that hot and stuffy club then perhaps — but he lets out a breath of relief once he feels the fresh , cool air brushing over his skin.
now outside of the club , he can actually hear his own thoughts. ` hey … how do you put up with me like this ? even im embarrassed of myself. ` and with his inebriated state comes the train of self loathing , barreling through his mind without remorse.
“ you better drink some water, then. just in case. “ met with the brisk evening air, frederick feels a little better in spite of the smell of smoke and exhaust still clouding the atmosphere. it’s somewhat peaceful and the low bumble of fellow home-goers makes him feel more at ease. aside from the man wrapped around him, he has a sense of space that immediately lowers his tension as they stride further from the club.
he finds himself raking his brain at the question, an arm partially extended as a hole rips in the atmosphere——through this benign hole, the homely sight of touma’s living room couch. but he does not enter yet, for fear of losing his train of thought. “ i’m used to it, i guess. it comes with age. “ given that he is perpetually at this age, the demon’s had his fair share of annoyances. this, a small burden, amounts to very little in his book. “ you think too ill of yourself. if anything, that may be worse than being drunk. “
