( Mishka, for his part, is a little sobered up, but not that much; he had taken in a good bit of alcohol, and he's never in his life needed to build up tolerance. His sobering allows him enough autonomy to walk about and be a rascal— which is, really, all he needs after the eventfully strange afternoon he'd had.
Amber, even while drunk, is animated; a trait he finds always endearing. A smile with a bit of mischief behind it curls his lips, when she blithely hangs up her no Mishkas allowed sign in her drunken state, endearing as ever. )
Private, hm?
( He slips a hand around her waist, stepping forward with her, against a wall, as he leans into her, and takes that hand on his shoulder in his. )
( Amber lets out a warbled squeak when she feels her housemate slip a hand around her waist. Uh. What is happening???? And now he's leaning in suddenly...? Fuck. She's already worked up into a frenzy, and here he is, making it worse. Again. )
I, well, uh ... ( She tilts her head away in an embarrassed gesture, squeezing her eyes shut. ) I mean ... it's kind of your fault I'm in this state to begin with...! ( But there are no rejections for his advances on her part - her posture fails slightly when she rests limp against the wall, silently craving his lips on her neck all over again. But will she vocalise this? Absolutely not. (Not yet anyway.) )
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Amber, even while drunk, is animated; a trait he finds always endearing. A smile with a bit of mischief behind it curls his lips, when she blithely hangs up her no Mishkas allowed sign in her drunken state, endearing as ever. )
Private, hm?
( He slips a hand around her waist, stepping forward with her, against a wall, as he leans into her, and takes that hand on his shoulder in his. )
And leave me out of the fun?
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( Amber lets out a warbled squeak when she feels her housemate slip a hand around her waist. Uh. What is happening???? And now he's leaning in suddenly...? Fuck. She's already worked up into a frenzy, and here he is, making it worse. Again. )
I, well, uh ... ( She tilts her head away in an embarrassed gesture, squeezing her eyes shut. ) I mean ... it's kind of your fault I'm in this state to begin with...! ( But there are no rejections for his advances on her part - her posture fails slightly when she rests limp against the wall, silently craving his lips on her neck all over again. But will she vocalise this? Absolutely not. (Not yet anyway.) )