[This is the part of 'drunk' that Lance doesn't like. The part that comes with emotional lows and pity, on top of just being overly disoriented to where he can't do much. He likes the fun atmosphere of the space raves and the cute people he meets at bars, but this?
This feels like the pits. But if there's anyone outside of Hunk to sit with moping with the taste of acidic regret still lingering in his mouth, it's Shiro, especially because the older Paladin's presence is comforting. Adrenaline waning, he just mumbles pitifully, soaking in the backrub. It's keeping him calm, and it feels like his stomach is settling at least a bit more. Tomorrow will probably be a day full of many regrets, but at least he can prolong thinking about that too. Lance mopes at the cloth, but he takes it anyway, bringing it to his face--
Or rather, whapping himself in the nose with it. He whimpers, but manages to move the cloth to hold his nose and leans back, grimacing as he tries to settle back. And his stomach rolls, which has him moving right back to lean against the door. Gonna take him a few more minutes.]
Don't let 'Lura see me til my face is pretty again, okay? Gotta... wash it first. And... and... [And he leans forward and retches again. Give him another minute.]
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This feels like the pits. But if there's anyone outside of Hunk to sit with moping with the taste of acidic regret still lingering in his mouth, it's Shiro, especially because the older Paladin's presence is comforting. Adrenaline waning, he just mumbles pitifully, soaking in the backrub. It's keeping him calm, and it feels like his stomach is settling at least a bit more. Tomorrow will probably be a day full of many regrets, but at least he can prolong thinking about that too. Lance mopes at the cloth, but he takes it anyway, bringing it to his face--
Or rather, whapping himself in the nose with it. He whimpers, but manages to move the cloth to hold his nose and leans back, grimacing as he tries to settle back. And his stomach rolls, which has him moving right back to lean against the door. Gonna take him a few more minutes.]
Don't let 'Lura see me til my face is pretty again, okay? Gotta... wash it first. And... and... [And he leans forward and retches again. Give him another minute.]