Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine, I'll reply with what mine does.
You go right ahead and ask Kelly Kapoor how she gets from enjoying a couple of haphazardly crafted Cosmos in Paddy’s to hastily swiping a Ziplock full of mysteriously potent hallucinogenic tabs from the pocket of a suspiciously Hasselhoff-esque looking dude to supporting a now stone-cold, dead-to-the-world Charlie on her shoulder—totally empty Ziplock in hand, by the way—and to be sure, there’ll be a few chapters of that story that are completely, inexplicably absent. The point was, he was asleep (hopefully), she was losing it and there was a pretty decent possibility that they were being followed— her fault. She was the one who decided to play five finger discount with the Baywatch Kingpin.
“Oh, I can tooootally handle my sedatives, dude! There’s no possible way I just ingested enough insane Columbian party drugs to kill a small herd of rhino, there’s no possible way I’ll pass out on you ‘cause I can totally handl—” Kelly’s weak impression, heavy on the screeching in a conscious effort to wake Charlie from his acid-induced reverie (‘What the hell, dude? I don’t sound like that at all!’), was snipped short as her ill-timed shoulder jerk only caused him to fall forward, into her lap. ”OhmyGod, that is dead weight. What the h— all of your body fat is, like, freakin’ cat food, this doesn’t make any sense!”
The raven haired woman was at a total, desolate loss; bewildered, brown hues darted around the room in a desperate attempt to locate something, anything that might, y’know, prevent her from having the dead body of her best friend literally resting in her hands. What were in those tabs, anyway? Russian-grade horse tranquilizer? A whimper, the ‘I’ll gank someone if they tell me to calm down’ kind that preluded heightened panic escaped her and Kelly felt the beginnings of a freak out with all the trimmings— or, y’know, she could always try and smother him out.
Shellac nails pinched Charlie’s nose and effectively blocked his airways, with Kelly listening out with fevered intent for the telltale gasp that’d bring him back from the gates of Hades, or whatever. And shit, if it didn’t almost take a second too long. “Okay, finally! Charlie, do you realize how dead I just thought you were right now?” As she propped the small man upright, back into a sitting position, Kelly’s voice jacked up at least a couple of octaves, underlining just how frazzled her nerves were at that very moment. Seriously! Frazzled! “I swear to God, that was the scariest thing that’s ever happened at least since the last time I thought I was pregnant. Feel my stupid heart right now, you idiot! Super emotionally trying.” A definite huff echoing exhaustion left her as she slung an arm over his shoulders; man, this whole caring about people’s wellbeing was draining. ”Hold on. What’s that—” A slight sniff to the man next to her, who was still barely coherent— ”Are you sweating out those drugs right now?
—Look, okay, you should donate your body to science. You would make so much bank.”
