It had been a rough night, with a blood-stained pale cold hand, Ryou clenched it behind his light blue jacket to hide it. His pace quickened as his eagerness to arrive home increased. Glancing up from the pavement, he immediately caught sight of a head of white hair. A shriek escaped his lips at first sight, "Ah!!" Oh. It was fine. This wasn't.. Shaking his head, Ryou gave a curious glance to the boy. "Um.. Are you alright?" What was this guy doing out on his own, so late at night? //Hey u B)
"Euugh.." Clearly, I’ve had too much.. Once again, Shion had found himself back on his “Recovery Route,” the route back home that had the most grass on the sides for which he could-
“mmmbuueeeeghhh~!” Grabbing ahold of a nearby tree for support, Shion began to.. expel only a fraction of the alcoholic beverages he had consumed earlier that night during a ridiculous game of beer-pong.
Standing up, the boy was wiping a sleeve across his mouth when his eyes met with another’s. The other let out a yelp~ he looks like he’s just seen a ghost. "Mmme?? Yeah~ I’m.. fiiiiine~” he breathed. Cocking his head back, he gave the boy a second eye. Something’s off with this one. "Are youu-uu alright?”