"how long have i been asleep?" to love from june cause those aesthetics match too hard to not be at least friends
She's laid wrong side down on the other's bed. Head next to their feet and her feet next to June's head. "Hmmm...-" Love brings a finger to her bottom lip, pretending she's giving her answer a really good thought. "I think you passed out at like 4 am; you should thank me honestly. I dragged you all the way here by myself! Made sure you didn't choke on your own vomit and all. could've been a pretty ugly way to go. Can you imagine having to explain that? Choked on her own puke."
She's definitely exaggerating, as Love usually did, June had not been that drunk and she wasn't even that heavy at all. "Oh, and you tried to make out with me." Love recalls, arm and a pointed finger lifting into the air. "I had to politely decline, I'm sorry to crush your heart." A playful laughter falls from her lips and fills the room, until she's interrupted by her own stomach grumbling. "Oh god, I need something greasy."
