[SFW VERSION]
🌹 There's something wonderful in those who stare death in the face. Even in a world wracked by relentless calamity, flowers blossom between a sea of corpses, the shapeless crimson rivers marched over by mechanical instruments of mass...
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Not sure what to do with her. This isn't like one of your appointments where you simply sit by the window and gaze at sweet serene nothings with her by your side, or when you have to lure her in by placing an empty box on the floor. This is... a new kind of experience. Nero is the last person you'd expect to get drunk. And she hit the bottle pretty hard on top of that. The serial drunkard must have been delighted. There's no doubt in your mind Scarlet will turn to Nero for a drinking session before you in the future. They've probably become best friends by now.
Nero slouches into the couch, her eyes aimless and churning with drunken splendor. If you had to guess, you'd say the world is beyond spinning through her eyes. The room has probably flipped upside down, the walls are caving in around her, the floor might even feel like quicksand. At least, that's how you felt the last time you chugged a bottle of giggle juice. All you remember is being dragged out of your seat by a blurry-faced figure with a warped, echoing voice.
"Need anything?" you ask her.
"More of that... that nasty water, pwease." Nero bats her eyelashes like a kitten begging for more food.
You breathe a heavy sigh. "Sorry, Scarlet's not here right now."
"Scar...let? Is thaaat his name?" Nero's face twists into an intoxicated smile at the sound of Scarlet's name. "He's a life saver, and he's... handsome! When is he coming back?"
"First, Scarlet's a she. Second, she probably won't be back for a while."
"Scoops, everyone listens to yooou. Tell him to come baaack."
Another sigh. She's helpless. "Her. And no."
"Fine! Be that way." The feline Nikke pulls herself to a stand, and after a brief stumble, she starts lurching toward the door. "I'm bored!! I want Biscuit!"
"No no no." With a few steps barely quicker than hers, you place yourself between her and the door. Nero pauses to glare you down, but the look she gives you couldn't be further from intimidating; it's almost comedic how lopsided her expression is.
"I can't let you go off alone," you tell her. "You can barely walk."
"So?!"
"You'd get hurt. And I know you don't have as much control as Scarlet does when she's drunk, but you wouldn't know anything about that..."
"I have PLENTY control, thank yoooouu! What would YOU know about control, you fancy-schmancy-bwancy CoMMANder?"
"Um. Enough, I guess? That's not the point. You're not leaving until you're sober. That's final." You cross your arms, assuming utter dominance over this Nikke... as is your job, after all. You might not be on the battlefield, but Nero was right — people do listen to you. That includes Nero herself. Even if she's hammered.
