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[marigolds-and-despair]

Grabs his arm and leads him into the bed and falls onto it because he's tired. Casually taps the spot next to him. "I don't wanna sleep alone, and you're really warm and cuddly, so you've been given the job of being my cute body pillow." Doesn't really wait for him to lie down. Just kind of pulls him over and wraps his arms and legs around him before soundlessly falling asleep. Mutters, "Izurururu..." This was a drunk Shuhei Hisagi.

Has suddenly been grabbed and he could fight against it but for once he just goes along with it. Sighs because he really doesn't know how to react to an intoxicated Shuhei. There's also that random thought of how a sober Shuhei would deal with all of this. He probably wouldn't be that blunt, would he?

"You know, I don't really enjoy being called cute." It hurts his manly pride--help, he's been pulled over! 

"S-Shuhei--" And now he's trapped because--what the heck, was Shuhei always this clingy--

"..." Sighs helplessly and just watches him sleep because he doesn't feel tired at all.

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"Ugh, I hate my life, man. I'm really tall. I really hate that, yanno. Like, I need to bend down to do things. What if someone creepy looks at my butt? What then? I'll be too tall. Can't fend them off, right. Ugh, everything sucks, Izuru. Ugh." Slams his fist into the ground because he's laying on the ground anyways so why not. "And your hair is so fucking yellow, ugh. Why isn't it purple?"

"...there's nothing to hate about your life, Shuhei...you're really not that tall..." What the hell though? He wasn't that tall--he was average, maybe? "...what does being tall have to do with that?" Is so freaking confused--drunk logic confuses him.

"...because...I...because my parent's hair was yellow and purple isn't a color that's really in the genes and--" Why is he even making an effort though?

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"...ravioli ravioli, Izuru has a great bodyoli." Does a squeezing motion with his hands. "Gimme some ravioli, cretin. I demand it." Stares at him with determination. "Also, I want orange juice. Izurururu promised to get me orange juice."

"...um?" Was that compliment or? What kind of strange rhyming was he doing there? "...I don't know what that is...and I'd rather you not call me cretin, Shuhei." Is not amused.

"Did I really promise you that?" No, seriously. He doesn't have any orange juice. Don't ask him for orange juice.

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"Ugh, you know who I hate? Sinbad. Ugh, why does he have such nice hair and such a great body? Ugh, why can't I be that cool. No one'll like me, Izuru. I'm unlikable because I don't have a nice body." Stares at him pitifully. "Do I have a nice body?" Casually takes off his shirt and opens his arms. "Do I, Izuru? It's okay, be honest." Points to his chest. "I need to work out more, don't I."

"..." Also hates Sinbad but for all the different reasons. "...his hair isn't all that great..." Was his hair purple? He couldn't bring himself to remember. The only thing that stuck in his mind was this giant buff man--was he tan--and a leaf--just a single leaf. Not a pretty picture at all. "...you know I like you though, Shuhei. Am I no one?"

"..." Stares at his chest and appreciates it. "You have a nice body, don't worry." Wasn't he voted as the best looking lieutenant or something--? Or was that just Rangiku again? 

"...no, you don't need to work out at all. You're fine." Doesn't really like...buff guys.

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"Izururururururu." Just lays on the ground and stares at the ceiling all profound-like because he's saying really deep things--or so he thinks. "Izururuvroom." Laughs really loudly because that was one funny joke. He's laughing really loudly. He's rolling on the floor laughing. He's also clutching his stomach because that was the funniest joke he'd ever said.

"...please don't say my name like that..."

He's not sure whether he should be amused or confused or--he doesn't want to deal with a drunk Shuhei. This is extremely strange. "...er, are you alright?" That wasn't even funny, wow. What a butt.

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Flops onto Izuru because he's lazy and doesn't wanna stand. "Sake is tasty." Frowns at him rather red-faced because he did have a little too much to drink. Casually smooches him and flops onto the floor, rolling around. "You're tasty too. Izuru, I'm bored."

"...I don't believe you should have sake for a while...honestly, drinking that much sake'll kill you, Shuhei." Is very disappointed with him.

"..." Has been casually smooched and has also been told that he's tasty--how does one deal with that.

"...go to bed, Shuhei."

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Oops, his words a bit slurred. "See, there was all this sake in your house, and--" Hiccups. He drank all your sake.

"...you...drank all my sake..." How is he still walking or moving--

...and that was all his expensive sake too. Why this. "...I think you should...rest."