[She's doing well on not throwing up. They're both lucky that, a stern stomach not withstanding, she's very hard to unbalance. Even drunk, even tumbling up the wrong stairs, there's enough confidence in her balance that she's not nauseous. Not while no longer hopping around, at least. As long as there's no more little teapots, they're both probably safe from her stomach contents.
Not safe from her grinning though, or her leaning up until his hand.] Fuzzy.
[Wait, he asked something right? Something about...] Yes. [That should answer well. She's in a good mood, surely a 'yes' is in order.
So is rolling onto her side, then deciding her back is better. The ceiling's not bad to look at, though it could stand to be still longer. She tries to hide her yawn with a hand.]
never regret <3
Not safe from her grinning though, or her leaning up until his hand.] Fuzzy.
[Wait, he asked something right? Something about...] Yes. [That should answer well. She's in a good mood, surely a 'yes' is in order.
So is rolling onto her side, then deciding her back is better. The ceiling's not bad to look at, though it could stand to be still longer. She tries to hide her yawn with a hand.]