[Normally when someone is drunk off their ass, they might get sick and throw up, but he's thanking the alcohol now to why he isn't getting sick to his stomach at the horrific sight of his living room. The slick of the abyss across his walls and floor is probably enough to make anyone want to curl up in a ball and hurl until there's nothing left, but for now all he can feel is the intense urgency to flee and the adrenaline rush from his primal instinct to survive fueling him as he now finds his pants and as Yoimiya gives him his shoes. Glad that Yoimiya seems to have the same thought as him, he's not even willing to step further inside of his own place. All he needs is the clothes on his back, his keys, and his wallet. Anything else doesn't matter, the only thing that matters is that they get out of there right now.]
I don't need a thing. Let's go.
[He gets them on in a hurry, his blurry vision barely being able to keep up as he checks to make sure Yoimiya is okay to follow before he turns and rushes through the door, making sure to lock it behind them. His landlord is going to have a fit about the state of his apartment, but for now, this needs to be kept a secret.
He doesn't know if alerting the police is a good idea. There's too many factors, and it's not like they can help anyway.]
Is it far? We could call a taxi.
[Ain't no way he's driving in this state. He can barely walk straight.]
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I don't need a thing. Let's go.
[He gets them on in a hurry, his blurry vision barely being able to keep up as he checks to make sure Yoimiya is okay to follow before he turns and rushes through the door, making sure to lock it behind them. His landlord is going to have a fit about the state of his apartment, but for now, this needs to be kept a secret.
He doesn't know if alerting the police is a good idea. There's too many factors, and it's not like they can help anyway.]
Is it far? We could call a taxi.
[Ain't no way he's driving in this state. He can barely walk straight.]