@zilveninde responded to koredesaigoda:
“are you drunk?”
“ doessit bo-ther you ?? ”
petulant glare is slur’s inflection, a fake yet potent expression. one arm remains firmly slung about the uchiha’s shoul- ohp. about his neck … && despite efforts to the contrary, one’s weight becomes more && more the burden. yeah, he’s. sloshed. && the uchiha is warm. && the uchiha - itachi … is. warm. he said that. thunk. thoughted. fuck. … hmmm …
“ hope not, yeh, ” artlessly mumbled into shoulder’s curve, slopes to another’s throat, “ cuzzzisis nice. ” perfect pronunciation. A++ all around. on every lazy level. at every … hnnn, yeah, warm.
slow brush of one’s forehead along that curve, goldenblonde a tangled mess. quiet little snore // arms’ vice loosened // && the snores come interrupted by a rather impressive thud-kmp — deidara’s body a slumped heap on the floor.
well then.
Really. To think that he was going to have to spend the night keeping an eye on Deidara.
Wrinkling his nose some, Itachi ignored the stench that wafted from the younger- as well as the too close proximity between the both of them. An occurrence that was only possible due to his companion’s severely lowered inhibitions. Otherwise it would have been more likely that he be threatened by Deidara.
Truly, why would anyone think it wise to drink themselves into such a--
Thud-kmp.
Well, then.
“You certainly are,” came his smooth, calm reply in spite of it all. He carefully lowered himself to the floor then, wondering for the umpteenth time that night if Deidara had chosen to swim in on top of drinking alcohol. “You really shouldn’t have had that last bottle.”