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nah, i’m not one to pick fights with drunks. (/ he shoots back before taking a swig of water while one hand reaches over to ruffle the other’s hear. there was a time for digging deep into their actions and then there was to ignore it- this was one of those times. perhaps it was the lull of the night hours in the back of his brain but he really had not interest, at least right then, to poke further into boa’s actions. maybe later when he really would give a shit.) oops looks like feeding time is over (/he mutters to himself the moment she stops gorging herself and starts complaining. with a groan he gets to his feat takes a step towards boa, dips down and picks her up around the waist.) common, you streaker (/he groans, as he half carries her, half drags her into the bathroom. with one hand he fumbles with the water before he opts to just tosses her into the shower.) clean up and let’s go to bed. you fucking stink like a greasy, old guy.

(`she doesn't put up much protest to his careless way of carrying her; she probably would never admit that she actually liked it when he'd throw her weight around with no struggle or complaint) waddaya mean man? i smell like excellence and success. (`she was sobering up quickly than expected, which was good, since she really didn't feel like drowning in minho's shower tonight)

give me this! (`she demands, pulling at his shirt before giving him any cooperation) i need a change of clothes ya brat.

(/ he laughs a long with her. it might have a lot to do with her laughter but he’s sure a good deal of his amusement is coming from her slow response to his comment. honestly, he wasn’t expecting anything less from boa, even whilst drunk.) sorry, no deal. i would prefer if you didn’t fuck me. (/ he sticks out his tongue at his drunk friend and watches as she begins to savagely eat the leftovers.) dear god, you really are a dog. (/ honestly he’s much too lazy and even try to prevent the mess the girl is creating. instead he grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and settles on the floor with boa.) so why you so drunk?

(`she's too focused on the food to properly stop and reply; "oh my god, so fucking gooood" is what would the long sigh of contentment she releases would be translated into speech that's much more efficient in communication, involuntarily, she naturally leans into minho's direction as he's sitting, always finding herself always drawn into his personal orbit)

ugh (`she finally manages to get out, feeling as if it's been forever since her last breath, the food beginning a sobering cleanse as it settles) i felt like it, you wanna fight about it? (`she slumps over a bit, peering at her companion from under long blonde locks)

minhoOO! (`she suddenly calls, losing control of her voice for a second) minho. doll face. baby boy, I can't get up (`she whines, not even showing an attempt in moving) minho please help me, i don't want to be in clothes right now.

(/ he turns his back to the other just for a moment to shove the cold carton of food into the microwave but when he turns around he is greeted with a different sight. or rather best friend half naked, crawling on the floor. while part of the sight isn’t something new he can’t help but snort and decide whether he should bother to capture the moment to share with her later on. his mouth opens to say something but he is immediately shut up by her outburst) you know, this isn’t the room i typically hear that in but i’ll glad you’ve finally realized that. maybe later i’ll show you how big i can get. (/he chortles a bit before the timer on the microwave goes off and he makes to open the door and dump the, now, steaming noodles into a clean bowl.) here you go, buddy, dinner time. (/he pats the places the bowl down on the ground with a pair chopsticks and pats her blonde hair like he would a pet.)

HA! (`she laughs a little too much, arm staggering as the alcohol running in her bloodstream making it that much more difficult to move her muscles, with a wink, she sluggishly flips him off) fuck you, buddyyy. (`she smiles, leaning into his touch with a content him) minho oh my god minho i love you sso much, fuck you tho, but i love you.

(`she makes her first attempt with the chopsticks) fuck. (`she tries again, but picking up the contents of the bowl at an angle) fUCK! (`throwing the metal sticks across the kitchen floor with a clang, she decides it's more efficient using her hands, scooping up a handful, she pays no mind to her giant of a friend as she stuffs her face; content sighs escapes her full mouth)

(/ maybe if he had been new to boa’s antics he could have been concerned by her sudden pantslessness but in the years they had shared together he had gotten used to her antics- just as she had gotten used to his to his own drunken tendencies.) goddamnmit … it’s cool… (/ he mutters when his socks start to soak in the water that should have been in her cup. despite being used to it, didn’t mean that it made the growing moistness in his socks any more enjoyable. no definitely not.) i’m not taking your shit off man, that’s your deal (/ he chuckles before walking back towards the kitchen and opens up the fridge. it only hits him then that he doesn’t have eggs and instead grabs for the nearest leftover takeout) too bad, fresh out of pancakes; you’re getting left over chowmein.

#--;brat #--;r #hdxjominho #--'oops didn't mean to take this long to reply

YOU SSUCK! (`her irrational self blurts out, it didn't mean to come off as harsh, but it was too damn complicated controlling the volume of her voice; she's laughing right after, slumping off the couch a bit)

mimnhooo (`she mutters in what could have been fluent gibberish, she begins crawling on all fours towards the kitchen) minhoo, gimmie the fake pAN-cakess (`by some miracle, she managed to prop herself up against the frame of the entryway of the kitchen, round eyes barely open, her jaw drops in astonishment as a five-year-old would seeing fireworks or a large animal or whatever else is amazing for the first time; she points at him) duuuuuuude!! you're so ffreakin'huge what the fuuuck?!

hdxjominho:

WHAAAT? (/ he isn’t completely sure she’s even really trying to talk to him but he responds anyway before he pushes her down on his couch and walks the short distance to the kitchen to grab her some water.) there’s a blanket next to you if you’re cold! (/ he calls with his back turned. honestly, knowing the other, he’s just glad she hadn’t showed up half dressed. that kinda thing was more funny when he was drunk too) whatcha want to eat? a sandwich? pancakes? dirt? (/ he grins a bit when he returns and hands boa a glass of water)

MINHOOOOOOO!! BROOOO~ (`she’s just listening to her voice now) I want to eat EVERYTHING

(`she couldn’t keep still, which was normal, she’s tossing on the couch and somehow the cushions are winning against her as she struggles to what appears to be her wrestling out of her pants) ohhh, good shit! (`she exclaims as she’s finally free, minho appearing before her with the glass; she snatches it out of his hands, managing to spill a good amount on her newly bare legs and minho’s socks)

oh ffuck, my baaad. (`she gives him a sloppy wink, insinuating something only her drunken self knew; “thanks for the water” more than likely, but she’s already downing what’s left in the glass to actually voice it, finishing it off with a big sigh of satisfaction) I want.. pancakesss.. and a shirt (`she’s whining, pouting, tugging at her own t-shirt that, to her, felt uncomfortable) minHOOO!! IT HURTS!!