[ it's true. why is it true? it shouldn't be true. but, alas— tequila is a bane and he can't keep adults from having drinks no matter how annoying or awkward it is during or how bad it is the next day. falco goes wordless for a few moments, holding his tongue to not actually say what's on his mind (the right pace is not getting drunk in the first place), and as kaworu begins to move his hands hover after, only falling back to his side when he's sure he won't lose his balance. when "egg baby" gets mentioned— he curls his hand beneath the lump in his sash. ]
I've watched? [ he was so focused on the cooking, and then after that, eating and hanging out with the initial celebration, and then after that, steering clear from drinks and the rising volume coming from the rowdiness that he was possibly more ready to find a corner to rest in than go on with the night. let's face it, too: it's past his and confetti's bedtime, and as much as he loves paul like he does colt, and feels friendly with others here, it doesn't feel like he quite belongs the later it gets. ] Confetti's pretty secure . . . Are you alright enough to go there?
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I've watched? [ he was so focused on the cooking, and then after that, eating and hanging out with the initial celebration, and then after that, steering clear from drinks and the rising volume coming from the rowdiness that he was possibly more ready to find a corner to rest in than go on with the night. let's face it, too: it's past his and confetti's bedtime, and as much as he loves paul like he does colt, and feels friendly with others here, it doesn't feel like he quite belongs the later it gets. ] Confetti's pretty secure . . . Are you alright enough to go there?