[ She does look cute in his shirt, but he'll die again before admitting it. ]
I dunno, you've got me fairly doubtful that you can make the whole trip, Doc. [ Why does he sound like he's up to something...? While Kaito leads them to the back exit, the jabs to his chest prompt a huff. ]
And for your information, I'm enjoying a very nice buzz while tolerating your ribbing.
[ It's not long before they reach a pair of metal double doors that Kaito pushes open with his foot. Outside is, surprisingly, another Shibuya back alley. At this hour, it's almost completely empty.
Which is perfect, because Kaito chooses this moment to swiftly pivot in front of the good doctor and snatch her legs. That's right, she's being unceremoniously loaded onto his back like a basket of Palian vegetables. The motion is so smooth that it has to be practiced...
Grinning, the empath tosses a glance over his shoulder at Haruhi. ]
[ Death might just be closer than you think, Kaito.
Because the grip she uses to cling to him is bordering lethal. ]
Wh— What the—HEY!
[ The protesting is shortlived. She is really fucking dizzy now. The ground is gone. Her weight is gone. Everything feels gone, except the vice she has around her ride and the onset aura of a wracking headache.
Oh, and the very distinct sense of shame that comes from being hoisted like a basket of vegetables; at this, Haruhi groans into her Uber.
However, that very groan quickly begins to disperse into a fit of giggles.
She's into it. ]
Uhhh, south! Down 88th! Fast, or you're losing your tip.
[ Fast, in your state, is a terrible idea, Haruhi, but whatever. ]
[ On any other night, the wave of nausea rocking Haruhi's senses would feed directly into Kaito, and that might just spell Certain Doom™...
But he is a bit buzzed, and it does dampen his empathy just enough to spare the pair from Disaster.
After adjusting his hold around her thighs, Kaito takes off at a... leisurely pace. There's no way in hell he's going to go fast when the good doctor might lose yesterday's lunch if the turbulence gets bad. ]
Bah, I don't need YOUR tips! [ he declares, barking a laugh. Downtown Shibuya's about as vibrant as ever, even as midnight approaches. The pair get more than a few odd glances, but it's not that strange to see two young idiots getting drunk on a Friday night... Probably. ]
So. [ As they saunter, Kaito sneaks another look over his shoulder. ] Did you have fun in there? You really won the crowd's hearts, y'know that? If only you could drink as well as you posture...
Think I drank more than enough, thankyouverymuch. I dunno what would've happened if I had as much as you, though. [ Her words hem together in a drowsy drawl that's only getting worse as she rambles. ]
You sure do have a weird crowd hanging out there, y'know. Really rowdy and kinda weird lookin'. Like we were at some sorta party—oh, and there was this one woman who was really... really...
[ Haruhi trails off, resting her chin on his shoulder.
It's around this time that Kaito will probably start to notice the slack in her grip, and... ah, faint snoring. ]
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I dunno, you've got me fairly doubtful that you can make the whole trip, Doc. [ Why does he sound like he's up to something...? While Kaito leads them to the back exit, the jabs to his chest prompt a huff. ]
And for your information, I'm enjoying a very nice buzz while tolerating your ribbing.
[ It's not long before they reach a pair of metal double doors that Kaito pushes open with his foot. Outside is, surprisingly, another Shibuya back alley. At this hour, it's almost completely empty.
Which is perfect, because Kaito chooses this moment to swiftly pivot in front of the good doctor and snatch her legs. That's right, she's being unceremoniously loaded onto his back like a basket of Palian vegetables. The motion is so smooth that it has to be practiced...
Grinning, the empath tosses a glance over his shoulder at Haruhi. ]
Your Uber has arrived. Where are we goin', loser?
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Because the grip she uses to cling to him is bordering lethal. ]
Wh—
What the—HEY!
[ The protesting is shortlived. She is really fucking dizzy now. The ground is gone. Her weight is gone. Everything feels gone, except the vice she has around her ride and the onset aura of a wracking headache.
Oh, and the very distinct sense of shame that comes from being hoisted like a basket of vegetables; at this, Haruhi groans into her Uber.
However, that very groan quickly begins to disperse into a fit of giggles.
She's into it. ]
Uhhh, south! Down 88th!
Fast, or you're losing your tip.
[ Fast, in your state, is a terrible idea, Haruhi, but whatever. ]
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But he is a bit buzzed, and it does dampen his empathy just enough to spare the pair from Disaster.
After adjusting his hold around her thighs, Kaito takes off at a... leisurely pace. There's no way in hell he's going to go fast when the good doctor might lose yesterday's lunch if the turbulence gets bad. ]
Bah, I don't need YOUR tips! [ he declares, barking a laugh. Downtown Shibuya's about as vibrant as ever, even as midnight approaches. The pair get more than a few odd glances, but it's not that strange to see two young idiots getting drunk on a Friday night... Probably. ]
So. [ As they saunter, Kaito sneaks another look over his shoulder. ] Did you have fun in there? You really won the crowd's hearts, y'know that? If only you could drink as well as you posture...
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You sure do have a weird crowd hanging out there, y'know. Really rowdy and kinda weird lookin'. Like we were at some sorta party—oh, and there was this one woman who was really... really...
[ Haruhi trails off, resting her chin on his shoulder.
It's around this time that Kaito will probably start to notice the slack in her grip, and... ah, faint snoring. ]