Marcos woke to the sound of a thump from the kitchen, curiously walking over.
That's where he found a drunken James lying and giggling like a maniac on the floor.
"I... Huh?! I thought you didn't drink.. Hey wait.."
"My Vodka!!"
Marcos screeched in a voice of despair, finally sinking to his knees and sighing
(It looks like he drank the whole bottle... What a nuisance. For once the tables have turned- I have to look after him instead of me being the pain in the ass. Heh, who thought it would turn out like this?)
He picked up the now hysterical James like he was nothing but a book and sat him on the sofa, draping a blanket over James' shoulders.
"So niiice Marcos... Yet so freeeakin' stupid. You're stupiiid you're nicee~"
"You are so, SO drunk. That didn't even make sense... Let me get you some water..."
Marcos helped James drink the water and then sat next to him, sighing like an exhausted parent.
"Goodnight~"
And with that, the definitely drunk James leaned against Marcos' arm and slept like a baby.
(Huh? Huh?!... Well, that's cute I guess)
He tried to seem annoyed, but really...
Marcos couldn't stop grinning.
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//I wrote this chapter because for once I wanted Marcos to realise exactly what it's like for James to look after him. But the question is... Will he change?//
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~Insomniac Friends~
HumorWhen a 21 year old happy-go-lucky murderer named Marcos meets James, the game designer, it seems that a very unlikely friendship is made. James has to put up with this, much to his dismay. But hey, he can't be too bad, right? ...oh.
