“I just wish you didn’t relapse so often.”

The hushed words hardly reached you.

The room spun around you, a drunken, warped mix of hazed colours. Disorientation buckled your knees, watching the world pass by at an obscenely dizzying rate- unaware that it was at a standstill, your body embraced in your brothers secure arms.

“…What do I do with you?” Ranpo murmured miserably, glancing around your wreck of a room.