Huh. Classmate? Crush? Enemy? Sane? Sane, right? Tell me he's sane. Don't tell me you have trash taste. I can't deal with it.

(because one is enough. his own!! but she did drop something, and he doesn't care if it wasn't for him. he's drunk, his level of how many fucks he should give at any given moment, which is often very low, drops even lower.

he's so happy, though, she can probably see it in every bit of his expression. after putting his massive tab under a certain other redhead, he stands, bending knees so she can get on his back -- it's a backpack kotone!!)

Two hands, and we'll think about it. Ok? Ok? Think is ok? Pet!!!!!