Posting this on Christmas since the last few weeks had made me so busy. Yes, I am still alive. Merry Christmas, people!
Summary: Welp, that was baby talk. Tohru baby talks while drunk. Could she be any cuter?
Tohru was giggling a little too much.
She was cute. Even as one of her female coworkers (who were a little less drunk than her) did her best to hand her over to him carefully, her giggling too happily and drunk-out-of-her-mind state made it a bit more difficult to navigate her over to his car. She almost slipped once, twice, but he was there to pull her up, even as she continued giggling like mad at herself as he tried his best to hold her through the thick coat she was wearing.
Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that he would ever see Tohru this drunk, or even imagine her drinking at all. But this was a party thrown by the café she managed two days before Christmas, and she probably wanted to experience drinking at least once in her life. Either way, it was how she ended up in his arms tonight, because apparently, he was listed as an emergency contact in her phone, her colleague said.
"Careful, that's ice. Don't move around too much, liebe." He was amusedly exasperated that the endearment slipped out without even his notice, but the woman he was half-carrying, half-dragging to his car was just too happy to notice.
She stopped all of a sudden, nearly slipping again and almost making him slip too but he was quick to regain his balance as he hoisted her up against him. It was then that she stared at him, dazed. "Momiji-kwun! Ywou're hereee." She slurred, catching ahold of his cheeks and happily pinching them, much to his fond exasperation.
"Yeah, thanks for noticing." He bit out, even as her restless movements, combined with the fact that they were trudging thru the snow made the task of getting to his car a hundred times more difficult than it was supposed to be, he couldn't help but find her cute in all of this. It seemed that Tohru was the kind to be a happy drunk when she had alcohol in her system. "I am trying to take you home, you know. I need you to work with me here."
"Oh, I'm sworry." She tried to straighten up, collapsing against his chest as she did so. "I can twy to warrlk – "
"No, you'll crack your head on the pavement soon. Do you feel like throwing up?" He asked, even if he felt a little stupid for doing so. He wasn't sure if Tohru had the ability to even assess herself while drunk, but she did pause her in her wobbling, as if giving it a thought.
"Nwooo, Tohwu's jwust dwizzyyyyy." Welp, that was baby talk. Tohru baby talks while drunk. Could she be any cuter?
I still find that cute in spite of this happening. Blind love, Momiji. "Okay. I'm carrying you. We're gonna freeze out here at the rate we're going."
He felt even more stupid at deciding to trust the words of a drunk woman, but it was better than freezing to death. That was a much more stupid and hopeless way to go in his opinion.
He bent, placed his arms under her legs and swept her up into his arms, coat and all, and Tohru gave a happy "Weeee!" as if a kid playing 'up' with her father. He shook his head at her antics, still amused, as she raised her left arm high in the air while the other went around his neck. "I'm so high!" she continued, still giggling madly.
"Yeah, liebe. Just let me get into the car before you decide to wriggle around too much."
"Owkway!"
True to her word, she stayed still as he finally reached the parking lot. "I'm getting you inside the car. No moving around frantically." He warned her, in a manner of someone talking to a kid and she still nodded. He pressed the key to unlock it and with his nearest hand under her leg he opened the door, depositing her inside as carefully as he could manage. He buckled her in. "Don't go out. Wait for me to get in."
She nodded, and he hurriedly walked into his side, sighing in relief that she had stayed and was just playing around with her buckle. "We're going home. You sure you don't feel like throwing up?"
"Yesh! Tohwu ish wokway." She assured him happily.
He looked at her, assessing her color – she was a little flushed, in spite of being drunk, but it made her prettier. Pink really is her color.
He started up the car before any more thoughts – inappropriate or appropriate – get into his head. He had to take her home and he wanted them to be alive and not in accident when doing so.
She was mostly quiet throughout the drive, except when she decided to play with the stereo, flipping through the channels not even a minute in the songs. It made his head ache but he knew he wasn't complaining. This was a very rare chance he was given – being able to take care of her was something he knew he liked doing.
Her apartment complex eventually came into view, and she pointed it out excitedly, as if he wasn't seeing it himself. They eventually arrived, and it was another challenge in carrying her up into her unit until they reached her door.
"Key." He told her, which she looked comically confused to for a moment, before it sank into her brain.
"Ish in my pwursh…" She mumbled, after her realization.
Momiji lowered her to the ground carefully and held her arm as she stumbled while fiddling with her night purse, thanking his lucky stars that it was strapped around her and she didn't happen to lose it. She handed it to him, thrusting her hand out as if he wasn't just standing beside her. It made him chuckle.
When he had unlocked her door, he turned to her. "I'm not sure if I should come inside. You need to – "
"Come win, Momwiji!"
For being heavily drunk, she managed to drag him inside. It hadn't been the first time that he had been inside her apartment, but this is the first time that the owner had been drunk, and he was worried.
Not because he would do something inappropriate to her or something. He was worried what she would think if she wakes up in the morning after.
"Jwust let me change heeere…" To his horror, she removed her coat and was in the process of lifting her shirt up.
"Don't change in here! Go to your room, please." He helped her move to her bedroom even as she stumbled, mumbling a light apology to him. "Be careful, and call me once you're done so I can help you wash your face."
She gave him a playful salute, nearly stumbling again but she managed to hold herself upright before he closed her bedroom door behind her. He could hear her stumbling around but for the most part he didn't hear her fall or something, miraculously, before the sounds in her room quietened.
He gave it a minute before he was sure he could no longer hear anything. "Tohru?" he called out, but no one responded. "Tohru. Are you done changing?"
No one was still responding, and he frowned. The door knob wasn't locked, and he was nervous. He didn't want to open the door and find her half-naked or something, but he was also worried – she may have knocked herself unconscious and he just didn't hear it – it was very possible in her state.
He carefully opened the door, ready to cover his eyes just in case she wasn't done changing or something, but he saw that he didn't have to do so. She was asleep on the bed, her legs still half-hanging from it, as if she could no longer fight the drowsiness setting in and just flopped on it haphazardly. She managed to change into a pair of pajamas and he was thankful for that.
He sighed, chuckling, before suppressing a full-blown laughter, not wanting to wake her up, even if she probably wouldn't hear anything anyway. "Oh, Tohru. What would I do with you…" he mumbled as he approached her, lifting her a bit from the bed to rearrange her position to face the ceiling. "Welp. I still need to clean you up at least."
He looked around her dresser, trying to see if she had some facial wipes, which she did, and he read the label, seeing that it also doubled as a makeup remover. Being a model himself, he was familiar with these. A good thing too.
He set to work, gently wiping her face, removing traces of cosmetics. She wore light make up, which he appreciated – she was already pretty even without it. He washed a towel in her bathroom and wiped her arms gently as well.
When he finished, he set a bowl with water beside her bed, just in case she woke up in the middle of the night and felt that she needed to throw up. He wasn't sure just how much alcohol she was able to consume, but it was better to be safe and prepared.
Feeling like his task was done, he fished for his phone in his pockets and made sure to send her a text, telling her to message him in the morning if she needed any help and explaining what happened tonight to her so she wouldn't panic the next day. He rolled the covers over her, switching her desk lamp on as he did so. This done, he bent and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
"Gute nacht, liebe." He whispered, seeing her expression turn to contentment with a smile curving her lips. Satisfied, he rose from kneeling and made his way to her bedroom door.
A whisper came from behind him, just as he reached the door.
"Good night, Momiji-kun…"
He turned to her in surprise, wondering if she was awake, but she was still asleep, breathing even, though her expression was still one of contentment. He smiled at the endearing sight.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Hopefully." He said aloud, wishing he would, more than anything. "Sweet dreams, liebe."
He made sure to lock her apartment behind him as he left, feeling incredibly refreshed in spite of the night's events.
Drunk Tohru is a sight he will never not find cute.