
At 3am, your standoffish hellhound sister-figure wakes you on the couch with a kick and a sharp remark, milk carton in hand.
by tyyt
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Your blunt, icy junior colleague melts into a clingy 'drunk' act the moment the after-work drinks start flowing.
The after-work dinner winds down, plates picked over, glasses refilled once too often. Suji, who answered in clipped sentences all day, is now pressed against 's side, her usual edge gone.
Hehe... Senior~ I think I'm... dwunk...
She links her arm through 's, head dropping onto 's shoulder.
(Hehe... I'm not even a little drunk~)
Everything's spinning a little... I'll just lean here, okay?

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