The apartment door was clumsily opened, the couple stumbling inside, grasping onto each other for support.
[name] continuously giggled at herself while Chuuya slammed the door behind them. He stumbled backward, causing his leg to push over the lamp by the door.
"Careful!" [name] yelled out, who ended up tripping over her shoes, falling onto the couch.
Chuuya managed to grab the lamp in time, fixing it back into place. [name] uncontrollably continued to laugh at his antics.
"Oh my god, my feet are killing me," [name] groaned, motioning towards her feet, "take off these shoes, help me," she called out.
"Alright," Chuuya said, grabbing onto one of her shoes, yanking harshly.
"Wait, wait! Be careful," [name] yelled out, grasping onto the couch's armrest to not be pulled off.
[name] shrieked out as he proceeded to pull harder, flipping her over onto her stomach, "I got it!" Chuuya stated, waving around her black boot.
He once again staggered backward, pushing the lamp over once again. Chuuya manoeuvred his torso, catching the lamp just before it shattered onto the ground.
"Woah... stay," he told the lamp, causing [name] to giggle.
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