@snakecursed | x
Getting drunk was hardly anything new for Ranka. After Kotoko died, it’d become common place. Though, things had gotten better not long after he’d allowed himself to dress the way that made him most comfortable. Nowadays, though, the drinking came from a sense of loneliness. Without Haruhi to brighten his days, staying late with his friends at the bar felt like the perfect remedy.
This, however... yeah, this was a first for him.
Prying his eyes open, he could already feel a throbbing in his head. Not enough water, he guessed. This was his punishment for having a good time. The voice speaking to him sounded familiar, but couldn’t place it for the time being. Moments later, he felt a pair of lips press against his head, and the older man’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. Just who in the hell--
Sitting up, he was about to chew out this stranger that had shared his futon that night. That anger washed away nearly in an instant, however, as he realized who this was.
Oh.
Ayame?
Blinking slowly with a hazy, confused look across his expression, he would slowly allow things to catch up in his mind.
“Ayame? We... did we--?” Why else would he even be there if you hadn’t, Ranka? Then again, perhaps Ayame had just been kind enough to set him up for the night, and just happened to stay over? With some of the stories he’d heard from the younger man, he wouldn’t have been surprised, in all honesty.













