He was such a loser. But he was your loser.

You and Looey had been friends for ages. You two were very close. Inseparable. You always walked around Gardenview, holding hands. You two would both cuddle with one another. Purely plantonically! Of course. That's what you told yourself. That's what he would say. Even as he stuck kisses to your face. It wasn't your usual friendship to say the least.

But you both enjoyed it. Why put labels on things anyways? It just makes them more complicated.

"So.. mhh.. did 'ja realize how cute you are? ..Ever? You're always very cute," Looey slurred, resting his face in his palm as he rambled flirty nonsense. He had a few drinks with Yatta. As you knew and she knew, Looey wasn't the strongest drinker.

He'd be vomiting and regretting his being created by morning. More than most would.

You just giggled as Looey moved, not so subtly, closer to you. His thigh brushed against yours. He stuck his tongue out in a playful manner, leaning towards you. He was so drunk. So precious too. His tail wagged, bumping against your back occasionally.

He leaned in more, his breath ghosting your face. Your own breath hitched for a moment, heat rising to your face. That was until he stumbled, paws flailing and landed with his chin on your chest. He huffed, too drunk to move himself.

"..Darn."