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theodore nott: with them while you're drunk

you pull him along, stumbling drunkenly as you both enter your dorm room.

he chuckles softly to himself when the doors close. as soon as it does, he turns to face you, your bodies in close contact. he smirks and brushes away some of your hair from your face.

"you're my favorite boyfriend," you say drunkenly as you kick off your shoes and stumble further into the room.

"oh?" he chuckles in response, following you into the room, his tone becoming playful again. "you have more than one?" his tone is now a tad bit flirtatious.

"maybe," you say as you lay down on your bed. "you probably have like... sixteen girlfriends," you say drunkenly.

he smirks when you say that, knowing  you're wrong, it seems absurd to him. then again, he knows you're drunk and joking. "more like twenty," he jokingly replies as he sits next to you on your bed.

"okay then i have... 21 boyfriends," you say drunkenly as you turn to face him.

"hm?" he chuckles again when you say this, brushing more of your hair from your face while sitting beside you. "who are your other boyfriends?" he asks, his voice now soft and gentle due to your intoxication and vulnerability.

"your friends," you say drunkenly, pushing his hand away from your face playfully.

"oh?" he chuckles softly. "all of them?" he says. it caught him off guard a bit, making him wonder if it's just because you're drunk and not thinking straight or if you've been attracted to one of his friends. he feels the need to ask you about it. "tell me who." he says.

"all of them," you say drunkenly.

he laughs quietly. he gently pushes you so you lay down on your back instead. "seriously? all of them?" he says.

"yeah, and they're all cuter than you," you say as you fall back and look at the ceiling.

this makes him laugh as he lays down beside you with his arms wrapped around you. "really?" he chuckles teasingly, running his hands through your hair again.

"yep," you say drunkenly. "so, you go to your twenty girlfriends and i'll go to my twenty one... twenty two boyfriends," you say.

"oh, and what will i tell my twenty girlfriends?" he chuckles. "that my girlfriend prefers spending time with twenty one- twenty two boyfriends?" he finds it quite amusing, clearly understanding it's because of your intoxicated state.

"yes, exactly," you say and pinch his nose.

he scrunches his nose and playfully pushes your hand away, then grabs it and pulls you in for a kiss to shut you up.

"you're the only one i want babe.." he whispers against your lips in between the kiss.