[For a split second, he feels something tug on the back of his coat and he hears just a little of a very familiar voice and he's about to turn around quickly when--
Oh.
Well. It's not like he's ever minded a bit of uncleanliness before.
Caleb cranes his neck to look over his shoulder, having stopped abruptly when Nott took hold of his coat. She hasn't let go just yet, so he doesn't...turn around. Just looks down at her, back awkwardly twisted.]
You're awake!
[And...drunk. But then again, she's often drunk. Even the vomit on the back of his shoes doesn't seem to dampen his relief at seeing her.]
500 years later, with starbucks
Oh.
Well. It's not like he's ever minded a bit of uncleanliness before.
Caleb cranes his neck to look over his shoulder, having stopped abruptly when Nott took hold of his coat. She hasn't let go just yet, so he doesn't...turn around. Just looks down at her, back awkwardly twisted.]
You're awake!
[And...drunk. But then again, she's often drunk. Even the vomit on the back of his shoes doesn't seem to dampen his relief at seeing her.]