¥ (Scar or Yuka)
“fucking… done. with that one.”
Another box landed on a pile of its empty fellows in the corner, and Zalgo collapsed on the couch.
“i had no idea it was this much… i should make nanako come help me.”
Only one look at the girl’s door and that thought dissipated. Of course it was closed. She was already asleep for school tomorrow, and they were not about to wake her up just because they didn’t wanna suck it up and unpack. Besides, she would just laugh at them and roll over if they even tried.
“… a drink would sure make this go faster, though.”
one more round, honey!
Zalgo blinked blearily at the ceiling as vague twinking Christmas memories passed before his mind’s eye. It was a fun outing. They’d had their horns out; they were… Rudolph or some shit. And they were wasted. Was-ted. Because a generous demon in a cute outfit with fuzzy fringe was keeping the drinks flowing and the laughter loud.
“oh… scar…” they murmured, a look of guilt crossing their face. The last time they’d seen Scar must have been that Christmas. She didn’t deserve that; she’d been nothing but nice to them.
“… maybe i can arrange a visit. might be a good thing to get away from the boxes for a little bit.”
One more sideways look brought a grimace.
“if i can afford it.”
