[It's surprisingly tiring trying to navigate a mostly-strange city in the dark while drunk, carrying things, and after an entirely-too-eventful day and come to think of it they're in new bodies too: it's certainly one way to break the gigai in, there's nothing quite like stress testing. They've definitely put themselves(?) through their paces at this rate.
There's probably still some leftover fatigue from ghost battle royale too, but that's not scientific nor is he able to separate it from the general cloud of fatigue and sleepiness slowly descending around his shoulders so Subete just rolls all of that together and tries to stay on track. There were probably some kanji-related mishaps in the course of trying to drag themselves into a hotel incognito and undetected and entirely smashed (there's at least one new fir tree by the hotel's entrance and possibly some of the hotel staff will be invisible to outsiders for a few hours, let's not talk about what happened at the restaurant while no one was looking), but there's still a sigh of satisfaction and relief once the door finally closes behind them.
It's tempting to just slide down to the floor and curl up but only a little -- sleeping on the floor just isn't a thing where he comes from and he's still carrying food and Hikage's hand and both of those are keeping him upright, just about. Instead he leans against the door and yawns briefly. Contemplates searching for the light switch.
It's not too bad coming in from the night lighting, though so...]
I should probably... put Verbalism to bed for the night too. [a little joke because it's been a while since he's used his powers with such reckless abandon and never with this much alcohol in his system, but since reckless abandon is the mood of the hour he takes advantage of their hands to tug them closer together again.] Hey.
[For one, he hasn't gotten to steal a kiss himself yet so that's what he's doing now, clumsy as all hell after everything but there's something to be said for the cozy vibe of the room that they've barely even looked at yet.]
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There's probably still some leftover fatigue from ghost battle royale too, but that's not scientific nor is he able to separate it from the general cloud of fatigue and sleepiness slowly descending around his shoulders so Subete just rolls all of that together and tries to stay on track. There were probably some kanji-related mishaps in the course of trying to drag themselves into a hotel incognito and undetected and entirely smashed (there's at least one new fir tree by the hotel's entrance and possibly some of the hotel staff will be invisible to outsiders for a few hours, let's not talk about what happened at the restaurant while no one was looking), but there's still a sigh of satisfaction and relief once the door finally closes behind them.
It's tempting to just slide down to the floor and curl up but only a little -- sleeping on the floor just isn't a thing where he comes from and he's still carrying food and Hikage's hand and both of those are keeping him upright, just about. Instead he leans against the door and yawns briefly. Contemplates searching for the light switch.
It's not too bad coming in from the night lighting, though so...]
I should probably... put Verbalism to bed for the night too. [a little joke because it's been a while since he's used his powers with such reckless abandon and never with this much alcohol in his system, but since reckless abandon is the mood of the hour he takes advantage of their hands to tug them closer together again.] Hey.
[For one, he hasn't gotten to steal a kiss himself yet so that's what he's doing now, clumsy as all hell after everything but there's something to be said for the cozy vibe of the room that they've barely even looked at yet.]