[ Mika's so small, it's like he's curled around a toy. It makes him comfortable to encompass in his arms. He tucks his nose into the crook of his neck and smells the sweat on him when he breathes, smiling because he knows Mika is, too.
He lifts his chin and rests it on his shoulder. ]
If I was drunk again, I'd be puking on you... again.
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He lifts his chin and rests it on his shoulder. ]
If I was drunk again, I'd be puking on you... again.