(OLD-BEING REMADE)Dussic

.•*"Drunk"*•.

.•*"Drunk"*•.
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Classic sat at his desk, writing an email to his brother asking about his training. Dust currently wasn't in the house at the moment, he had headed over to Horrortale to party with all of his buddies. Classic had decided to stay home, last time he went to a party he drank something spiked and Dust wasn't too happy with him the next day...and they may have done something while he was intoxicated but that's not the point. He decided to stay, and gave Dust a specific time to come back or he was going to drag him home himself, and it was nearing that time; 11:30.

Classic brushed off the time and finished writing his email before checking the time time again, 11:40. Classic groaned and stood up, quickly sending the email and grabbing his hoodie. He walked out of the room and down the stairs, putting on his hoodie in the process. He was about to teleport to Horrortale when he heard a knock at the door. Hesitantly, Classic walked over to the door and opened it to see Nightmare and Killer trying to balance Dust on their shoulders, "He's wasted, he and ERROR played a drinking game...and Dust here forgot ERROR has high tolerance." Killer explained, "Fucking idiots..." Nightmare whispered and was immediately smacked by Killer, "You were able to join the game. You would've if I hadn't taken you in the other room." Killer hissed. Nightmare rolled his eyes and pushed Dust in the house. Dust fell on the floor, face first. Classic looked at Dust then back at the two skeletons, "Thanks, I owe you one. I'll see you guys tomorrow, alright? I'll make this idiot over here apologize." Classic bent down to help Dust up, "Alright, see you then." Killer nodded and closed the door, proceeding to drag Nightmare off with him.

Classic rolled Dust over on his back, "You feeling alright, Dust?" He asked, "Ughhh.. nooooo." He whined, "What hurts?" Classic asked softly and sat down cross legged, "Noooooo." Dust whined again. 'Idiot.' Classic thought simply, "Come on, get up so we can both go to bed." Classic stood up and grabbed Dust's arm, staring to pull him up, "Nooooooo I don't wannnnaaaaa." Dust began to kick like a child, "Dust, come on. Don't be difficult." Classic bent over and made Dust wrap his arm around his shoulder and heaved him up. Classic teleported both of them to the edge of the bed in the bedroom, "You're lucky I love you, because if I didn't, you'd be sleeping on the couch." Classic groaned and threw Dust onto the bed, but while falling, Dust grabbed Classic's shrugs and pulled him down with him. Classic landed on top of Dust and a blush dusted his cheeks, "Dust. Don't you dare play your games again." Dust only groaned and wrapped his arms around Classic, pulling him closer, "Dust?" "Ugh....cuddlessss." Dust groaned. Classic rolled his eyes, "Fine you big idiot...no games though."