[ Thank god Choso is an easily-steerable drunk, even in a crowd. Having him push his cheek up against a filthy elevator wall is not ideal, but the support helps Marcille free one hand to press the elevator buttons. She remembers their room number from when Yuji woke her up in the middle of the night. (She also briefly wonders if Yuji is in the room at the moment; he could probably help with this.)
Going up. Marcille breathes a sigh of relief, ignoring the whiff of cheese that comes with it. She's honed in on getting Choso to his room, purposely pushing other thoughts away as they creep up on her like a tide, back and forth forever. ]
You really are drinking a lot lately... It's not good for you.
[ She makes the mistake of glancing at his face without thinking. Even if his cheek is still smushed, her cheeks burn and she whips her gaze away immediately.
When the elevator pings and the doors slide open, she takes his arm with both hands and peels him off of the elevator wall with some effort. He's heavy and she's still not that strong. ]
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Going up. Marcille breathes a sigh of relief, ignoring the whiff of cheese that comes with it. She's honed in on getting Choso to his room, purposely pushing other thoughts away as they creep up on her like a tide, back and forth forever. ]
You really are drinking a lot lately... It's not good for you.
[ She makes the mistake of glancing at his face without thinking. Even if his cheek is still smushed, her cheeks burn and she whips her gaze away immediately.
When the elevator pings and the doors slide open, she takes his arm with both hands and peels him off of the elevator wall with some effort. He's heavy and she's still not that strong. ]
C-Come on...