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[Having just gotten home, Eun's not in the mood to head out right that moment, especially not with both of them imbibing alcohol. Oh sure, she's not had more than a sip or two, but the prospect of more appeals to her.]
Tomorrow then, in the morning, we'll make a day of it.
[Rather than beg for him to offer his glass again, Eun pushes herself to her feet, crosses the short distance between them, and settles on one of his legs so she can pluck the glass from his hand herself.
They're not beings who get close this way, or cozy, but if he's going to be riding behind her on a motorcycle there's no reason to not get him used to being close to her now. And to see how he'll behave given the opportunity. Her gaze is steady on his as she takes a sip from his glass, slow and lingering.]
I swear that I'm all right again, hope is in my veins - Post a comment
And I swear that I'm okay, someone take me home