(๐จ)
....nodding. Great. He's gonna be here a while.
Holding up the bucket in front of you.
" You can handle this yourself, orrrr... I can. It'll be fast. "
(๐จ)
" ...rright. What caused this? Medication? Alcohol? Narcotics? All three? Raise a thumb for any of them if youuu... can't talk. "
Lowering his tone, mostly to not overwhelm your senses.
( sighing softly when he was placed down on the couch, curling up into a ball to try and stop his stomach from hurting. .today really wasnโt going his way โ for once he wanted company. .he didnโt want to be alone )
(๐จ)
Breathing in... alright.
Considering nobody's looking, he lifts you up by the legs and back, hauling you to a nearby couch.
" I'll ask laterrr.... if they'll let me in here. "
Tossing a bucket next to you.
" I'll stay if that's needed. "
(๐จ)
No? Awh. What a shame. Sleep room' boring as hell, so he has one offer left.
" ...want me to... carry you to a couch or something? You look like sโโt. "
(๐จ)
" Got worried there- so when are you gonna go get hair transplants? "
That. That's the "important" question.
Also not even supposed to be here.
He patiently waits for your answer to his ridiculous question.
(๐จ)
" ....get upppp... "
Tapping the sides of your face with his palm โ its intensity slowly rising.
" I have an important question. "
It's not important.
(๐จ)
....well that's not great.
Lifting your head up by your neck, aaaanddd... backhanding you. Not gentle either, he really needs you conscious to bother you.