Scarlett faffs in a panic. She was trying something out and misconnected a wire or.. something oh hell. Should have waited for Faraday.. "DiMA. DiMA are you ok? Can you hear me? Speak to me darling, how many fingers am I holding up? What's your brother's name? Can you see in colour??"
There’s a little buzzing sound coming from somewhere inside his chest, but with a slow, silly, lazy grin spreading all over his face it just makes him seem like he’s humming. He tries to sit up straight but he’s wobbly like a newborn calf and only succeeds in tipping too far forwards, right into her boobs.“Oops pardon me, I seem to have lost control of my limbsh.. and my voice.. oh this is a delightfully bubbly feeling -hic!-”He throws his arms around her neck and pulls her close into a bone crushing hug, giggling the whole time. “You.. you know from the first time I met you I knew you were special, like there was just something your aura you know? Your chakras were aligned all peachy good and stuff. Mellow. But there’s a mother yao guai inside you too, all protective but dangerous and.. I kinda like that. There’s something to be said about a woman who can crush a mans skull with her thighs yes? Not that I ever thought about you doing that or anything.. just specu.. specul.. special? No speculating that’s the word. Say I could really go for a walk right about now, want to join me?”He stands on shaky legs, swaying dangerously until he grasps the arm of his chair for support. For some reason his lack of balance seems to be absolutely hilarious to him and he’s soon slung an arm over her shoulders to pull her in for a conspiratorial whisper.“Hey.. hey I’ve got a secret to tell you, but you’ve got to promise not to tell anyone else okay? Top secret, hush hush, shh.. SHHHH!” With a finger to his lips he’s waving something down over in the far corner of the room, begging it to be quiet. “Where was I? Oh yeah secrets.. see the thing is Scarlett, I’ve got the funniest feeling that I’m drunk.. but that’s impossible right? My head feels all.. swimmy.”With a look of glee on his face like a child waking up on christmas morning, he gets what he thinks is a VERY GOOD IDEA and starts to pull her along behind him suddenly, lurching and reeling with every step but still somehow making a beeline for the door. “Let’s go SWIMMING!” He calls out excitedly, drawing the attention of more than a few pairs of curious eyes to the spectacle he was making of himself.
