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I want to see what kind of drunk Roberu is. Is he the giggling type, or the type to go all quiet, or does he get sleepy and affectionate? He told a story once on how one night after getting blackout drunk, he woke up hugging a squatting toilet in a random train station. I’d like to think he’s the cuddly type. Maybe we’d be over at his apartment and he’d be making up new drinks for his bar, so we’d be sampling stuff together. He’d somehow get more drunk than me, maybe he made a drink and be like “wait, this one is delicious let me make some more”. His drink shaker would be down, and his eyes are bleary. He’d rub at them and stumble towards the couch, and I’d plop right next to him. He puts his head on my shoulder and giggles quietly, finding humor in nothing. “What’s up?” I’d ask. “Y’re pretty.” He’d slur out. He’d lean more of his weight onto me, stretching his arms out to hug me close.
