★ "How often have I told you to not go out drinking with Vaike? It is the third time now that you have attempted to win a competition on who can drink the most and lost. Addition to that is, that it's really unhealty and you are already living off of sugar..." The monk sighed and started making his way back to the camp with Gaius.
SEND ME A ★ FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS PICKING THEM UP AND THROWING THEM OVER THEIR SHOULDER
"Aww, c’mon! Padre!" The thief whined, making a halfhearted attempt at squirming out of the blond’s hold. He gave up rather quicky though, groaning, eyes closing as nausea and dizziness momentarily overwhelmed him. Feeling the monk move beneath him, though, as he carried him back to camp, wasn’t exactly helping and it was really embarrassing, but he wasn’t quite sure his legs would carry him if Libra decided to let him go anyway.
“Nngh— I tot’lly could’ve won… Jus’ a few more o’ those things and those guys would’ve def…definitely passed out…”