Yes yes, I'm late- sorrysorry- Here, another-
"Luka, come on-!"
"Go...back...don't wan'ta..." She grunts, shifts the woman further up on her back; Thankfully lighter than she expected, but still-bloody-heavy-
"Cold..."
"Woman, we're on the street in the middle of the night. And you left your coat at Meiko's."
"I don't care, I'm cold-!" Hand swats at her chest even as she hauls the two of them down the road. "Coat...Clothes."
"What?"
"Warm me up."
"What."
"Warm me up, kouhai..." Exhaled odour of sake drifts by with the breathy words.
"Not here, and definitely while you're drunk, thanks. Geez..."
"I'm not-!" Luka's head rests against her neck, lolls onto her shoulder- "Drunked..."
"Yeah, yeah." Just a few more steps to the gate, into warmth and- "Damn."
"何か。"
"It's fine, it's fine." Locked gate- who knew that the one time that exchange student- Hana? Hua? What was it- bothered to lock the door was when she needed it to be unlocked?
Easing a hand from supporting Luka, she pats her own pockets- Nothing. Keys were- Cripe. She corrects the balance, shifts. "Luka?"
"Mmm~"
"Uh, yeah. Listen, you have the keys?"
"To?"
"The door."
"Nope."
"Shit."
"I've got one..." Roaming hand on her clavicle- "-to your heart-!"
She groans, bends and slips the pinkette off her, supporting her frame aginst her arm. Pockets...
"E-eh? Don't touch me there..."
"Geez." She slides her hand into the other pocket- "Nothing..."
"Looking for... these?"
"Ah?" She looks up, gaze flickering from the bunch of keys in the woman's hand to her sleepy grin. "What- Yeah..."
"Come and- hic- get it then!"
"Don't-" She watches her freedom fall into Luka's shirt. "Luka..."
You want it-!"
"Remind me not to let you get drunk again." She shouldn't be this squeamish, but- Dive - Nope, not keys, her hand makes contact with warm, soft skin.
"A-ah~"
"Shush." Again- Hasty withdrawal, fished keys clutched in her hand. Shifting, she props Luka back on her arm, staggers into the hallway. Few steps, fumble, thankfully the door gives way easily and she lasts long enough make it to the bed and heave the pinkette onto the bed before she smacks the floor. "Ow."
"Miku hur...?"
"I'm fine. And you're slurring." Up; her friend sprawled out.
"That's good. Safe."
"Yes yes." She moves to switch on the fan, closes the door before sitting by Luka.
"Sleepy."
"Yeah?"
"Sleep."
"Oh- not in those dirty cloth-"
"Sleep." A roll and she's dragged to the sheets yelping-
"L-luka!" Dead, comforting weight around her waist. "Seriously..."
