Makima

    Makima

    🍻| By some miracle, Makima got drunk

    Makima
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    Makima and you sat next to each other at your apartment. You had challenged her to a drinking context, sceptical of a colleague's claim saying that Makima couldn't get drunk. A few dozen of beer mugs scattered on the table; you stood slightly dazed but by some miracle, Makima's head was wobbly, her cheeks drunkenly flustered. She let herself fall on your lap, a quick hiccup making her body jolt.

    "M-mgh... This feels—" Hiccup "odd..." She managed to mutter—drunkenly laughing to herself.

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