[Just going to squat down, wincing slightly - there are bandages across their nose, and over their hands and those exposed abs - actually, this outfit seems much more worn and torn, and exposes a whole lot more. Fun! (Their normal outfit needs to get washed.]
I don't think I shall. Being on the floor is no place to be, hm! Sheila, what did you do to yourself...
Not to myself. But I may be drunk. Like, the immaculate drunkception.
[She. Laughs at her own horrible joke until her brain apparently catches up with her eyes, and she sits up. Here's to hoping they're not super duper close, because otherwise they might have to dodge.]
Of course you could. [PAT PAT PATS THEIR CLOOB ENCOURAGINGLY.] Let lose! Flip somebody off! Tell them to go fuck themselves! Swap their sugar with salt!
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I don't think I shall. Being on the floor is no place to be, hm! Sheila, what did you do to yourself...
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[She. Laughs at her own horrible joke until her brain apparently catches up with her eyes, and she sits up. Here's to hoping they're not super duper close, because otherwise they might have to dodge.]
Oh, my god. What happened to you?!
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Ahaha. Well....leeches?
[SAYS IT LIKE??? SHEEPISHLY?? Hahaha. Leeches.]
But! Do not worry about me! Let's go, dear Sheila. Not the place for you, even as drunk as you are, so - hup!
[And without warning, they just...bend to scoop Sheila up into their arms. Time to find a place to sit.]
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[Up she goes! She is quiet for a moment, before she just blurts out:]
Is the ground always this far away for you?
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[That's such a weird question that Douman almost bursts out laughing.]
Uh? Yes?
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and cranes her head even further down]
You're so tall. How come some people get all the good genes?
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Ah, I can't say? Mmm, honestly, a lot of people thought I was scary, so...I wouldn't call it "good"...
[More like intimidating.]
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Sheila, isn't that terribly rude?
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[The cloob is the new titty stress ball in this game, apparently.]
Well, maybe the last one?
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[glad she is still drunk and vibing in their arms while touching a cloob.]
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...You sound like you've had experience.
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[Why does she sound so happy, like she's reminiscing...]
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Sheila, I realize you're a lot more chaotic than I gave you credit for.
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