This was an amusing one to write. Did it before the recent stories too. It's also a little different; first person POV this time.
Continues right off of "The Sketchbook".

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Ugh, my head. Feels like someone's drumming on it. From the inside. Or the outside. Or...something.

How much sake did I even drink? I never have that much. Except maybe the last time I was thinking of...

...

Sigh.

That's probably what happened.

Hopefully Sui doesn't have any knife-throwing classes planned for today. I don't think I could throw a knife straight with my head like this, let alone explain how it's done to a bunch of kids.

Oh well. I'm too comfortable to care right now. Maybe I can get a few more hours in before she starts pounding on my door.

...

Wait. That isn't me breathing.

...

This mattress is oddly warm too. And...

...I'm pretty sure I can hear the pounding in my head too. Except...I think it's...under my head...

...like...a...heartbeat...

...

Crap.

Time to give in and pry my eyes open even though I'm even more reluctant to greet the world than I was before. Can't put it off forever though...

...and that is someone's shirt under my cheek. Someone's shirt that they're currently wearing. A male someone's shirt that they're currently wearing. Someone's shirt that I recognize.

I didn't just have a lot of sake. Tundra and I both had a lot, and I mean a lot, of sake. Hell, getting into a "Who has the most depressing history?" contest pretty much requires getting drunk. It's an unwritten rule or something.

I can't even remember what started it.

...though my sketchbook lying over there on the coffee table with a bird and leopard drawing I barely remember doing -- try not to cringe, Kin -- on that open page might have something to do with it...

Note to self: don't draw when tipsy. Or reminiscing. Or both.

I can picture trying to explain this if -- when? -- we get caught. Sui would be bad enough -- not that she'd be disturbed or anything; I just think she'd get some kind of sick amusement out of my stammering through an explanation. And I'm pretty sure Tundra wouldn't be of any help. I swear the guy has less people skills than me.

...though I have been interacting with people more, so I've had practice.

Probably need to mention this to Touk, too...

"Oh hey Touk, I kind of woke up on top of your brother. We were talking and the conversation got kind of depressing, alcohol got involved, and it's all kind of hazy, but I guess we ended up cuddling or something before passing out.

"Did I mention I was using him as a pillow?"

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Yea. No way am I telling him that.

I can see the look he'd give me now. Just staring. Maybe blinking slowly a few times or raising his brow. Or both.

So yea. No telling him what happened. No telling him that we got drunk. That I woke up on top of his brother. That I was pretty comfortable lying on top of--

Wait what.

...

Did I just think that?

...

Pretty sure I did.

...

I should probably get out of here before he wakes up.

Except I can't.

Because his arms are around me.

...

Not really sure what to make of this.

It's not exactly a loose grip either.

And he's shifting like he's waking up.


Crap.

Wait! His arms loosened!

Go for it, Kin, and...yes! My head didn't like me moving that fast, but who cares. I'm free! Without him waking up, too.

Wait...

...yep, still asleep. I'm good. Now let's see the damage...

...

We seriously got drunk off of one bottle of sake?

Sigh.

I am such a lightweight. And he is too apparently. Though it did seem like pretty strong stuff...

Oh well. I'll leave it in case he wonders what happened. 'Least he'll know why his head hurts when he wakes up.

Ok. Now, grab sketchbook. Leave. ...or glance back first. Either way.

He's kind of frowning in his sleep now. It does seem cooler than...when I was lying on top of him. So maybe he's noticing the change in temperature too.

Sigh.

There. That blanket we keep on back of the couch comes in handy sometimes.

Now maybe a shower will help my headache some...