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❝If I get wasted and show up at your doorstep, what would you do?❞ Humming quietly to himself, the male soon raised his head to meet the gaze of his best friend as a small, mischievous smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Usually, he didn’t find any type of joy in alcohol and he surely wasn’t going to change anytime soon in regards to this specific topic, though he found some odd kind of entertainment in asking such questions, mostly because he could already figure what Flora would be answering him.

          ⊰ ✿ ⊱ — ❛ if you showed up at my door wasted hmm?  ❜  tinted irises are hidden over fluttering lashes, scrunching of her button nose doting the humorous stress in her worlds. A small glare shot in his direction, yet still as playful as the grin tugging up lips and head shaking to the side paired with it.  She knew him too well to dote in the ways of alcohol much like herself. In special events she’d pull out a bottle of red wine of such, but she was much like him. — Enjoyment could always be found in a sober world.  ❛ Do you mean before or after i slap some sense into you & drop cold water over you?  ❜