[ This is stupid, they're stupid. Of course Akira retaliates, but one thing he's forgotten in the midst of everything else is that he's pretty far into the bottle at this point. He can hold his liquor pretty well, but asking him to do so while literally butting heads is a bit much.
He kinda slumps over half into Bertolt considering how close they are and groans. ]
...rematch. [ Closing his eyes and mumbling more than talking now: ] ...thanks.
[ They really are stupid and that's why this works for them. Unfortunately, Bertolt has to let go of Akira's hand when he slumps into it as both of his arms come up to steady him. If he could talk, he would have let out an embarrassed... well, some kind of sound between a squeak and shriek.
His face flushes even more now with how close they are. But he doesn't let go-- He just leans in again and taps his head against Akira's once more. ]
[ Maybe it's the alcohol that's still running through him. Maybe its knowing that they'll be separated again soon. But seeing Akira like this and he just feels happy. He's making moves to do what he wants to do, to not stand by and just watch things happen. So...
He would say something but instead he leans in again as though he's about to headbump him again and instead just raises his head higher and very lightly presses his lips to Akira's forehead. ]
[ He feels that even through the fog of whiskey, like many things, his blood and instincts are convenient in many ways. But he's also feeling the weight of sleep press down on him too. Whether he saw that is another matter, but an inconsequential one.
There's a soft mn, but that's really all he has when the world is spinning and he's more confused yet assured than he's ever been.
His blood at least, will ensure he remembers this in the morning. But a goodnight kiss is for sleeping, right? ]
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He kinda slumps over half into Bertolt considering how close they are and groans. ]
...rematch. [ Closing his eyes and mumbling more than talking now: ] ...thanks.
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His face flushes even more now with how close they are. But he doesn't let go-- He just leans in again and taps his head against Akira's once more. ]
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Mn?
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[ Who bothers picking words when you're half asleep. He's not moving at all, and this would be "last chance to say your piece" but looks at ghost. ]
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He would say something but instead he leans in again as though he's about to headbump him again and instead just raises his head higher and very lightly presses his lips to Akira's forehead. ]
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There's a soft mn, but that's really all he has when the world is spinning and he's more confused yet assured than he's ever been.
His blood at least, will ensure he remembers this in the morning. But a goodnight kiss is for sleeping, right? ]
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... I'm sorry for Akira having to deal with sleeping Bertolt at some point because he's not moving and will pretty quickly fall asleep too. ]