"How much did you drink?" Agni asked while climbing the stairs to the Captain's quarters. Ron, upper body swaying on his shoulder, pursed his lips and grumbled.
"'unno..."
"Idiot," Agni flicked the back of the scout's head. "A scout needs to be aware of their surroundings."
Ron pursed his lips even more. He wasn't that far gone and definitely still aware of his surroundings. But he did feel a bit loose and woozy--still! It was a celebration!
"I was," Ron grumbled and laid his head on the berserker's warm shoulder. "They are friends and there's you."
See? This uncle fetch him right away despite all the rejection the man gave him. Would he get this reaction if he wasn't drunk? Ron doubted it.
"Haa..." Agni shook his head exasperatedly. "Why do you have to be so good with your mouth?"
Ron flinched slightly--it wasn't palpable, fortunately, the way his heart jumped to his stomach. Did thus uncle realized what he was insinuating with that?
