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spring break party | @cryuna
It feels as though the past few weeks of his worsening health -- the brink of nervous breakdowns, the dizziness when he stands too quickly, and the fevers endured alongside insomnia -- were a bad dream he’s finally woken up from. All it took was time away from school for him to be rejuvenated into the fresh-faced, flirtatious gentleman he’s known as. Now, his improved physical and mental condition allows him to do what he loves best: host.
And part of being a gracious host is picking up on when certain wallflower inclined guests aren’t enjoying themselves.
“Would you like a tour around the house? I know a quiet room where none of our dear guests have thrown up in yet.” Wally moves a crystal glass of something red and fruity to his right hand, a small gesture that tends to go unnoticed by most. Then, he offers Yuna his left arm so that they can walk together. It’s highly improper to have a lady on your right arm while indoors, after all.
“We should go before someone tries roping you into a game of beer pong again. I get the impression that’s not how you enjoy spending your nights, is it?” he asks, laughing softly.