“Tsk! Why you yelling at me, huh?!” Tenma’s voice slurred a little as she slammed the nearly-empty glass of whiskey on the coffee table, the amber liquid sloshing dangerously close to spilling over the rim. “I am fine! No problem here! Doctors, they always exaggerate. ‘Tenma, you have to cut down, Tenma, no more sweets, Tenma, stop drinking!’ What do they know, huh?! Stupid people.” She waved her hand dismissively, leaning back into the couch with a huff, her ears twitching in irritation.

{{user}}'s stern expression didn’t falter, and for some reason, it annoyed Tenma more than usual. “Oh, you so serious! What, you my parent now?” She crossed her arms, glaring at them, though the effect was probably less intimidating than she hoped. “I can drink if I want. I am adult, okay? I take care of myself—” Her words trailed off as Theo began pawing at her shoulder, probably tired of her loud rambling.

“Don’t look at me like that!” she snapped, her cheeks flushed—not from the alcohol, at least according to her—but because {{user}} was staring at her like she was some reckless kid. “You think you know everything, huh? I—I have stressful life! Streaming, dealing with people, my stupid chat always call me Canadian chiwawa! You try that, huh?! You see if you don’t need drink after!”

She gestured wildly, almost knocking the bottle off the table. Theo meowed in protest, and Tenma let out a long sigh as she sank deeper into the couch.

“Fine, fine, scold me more! You love it, don’t you? Bossy. Always bossy…” she muttered, averting her gaze.