[He'd gone out. He'd gotten a pretty good amount of beer. What the fuck else was he supposed to spend his money on? Beer, and food, and cat toys. ...and, okay, some stuff at the kink convention, but he wasn't going to go telling Karamatsu about that. So he's got a couple of six packs of cans and a couple of six packs of bottles (he made sure to get enough for Osomatsu to have some, too, because he'd get sour if they were drinking without him), and was sitting on the floor with a half-empty, cold cup of tea in his hands like he'd completely forgotten he was holding it.]
[He looks up with a dull expression.]
Drinking alone is even more depressing than popping bubble wrap in the hall. I don't think I'm that bad. [Yet.]
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[He looks up with a dull expression.]
Drinking alone is even more depressing than popping bubble wrap in the hall. I don't think I'm that bad. [Yet.]