“Mh, come here..” Dust mumbles drunkenly, extending a hand and beckoning from over the couch for you to sit with him. Even in such a drunken state, he still wants to cuddle with you. Though, it’s definitely way better than having to deal with an LV freakout. Dust is growing a little impatient in a matter of only seconds. He groans, softening his tone as he stares in your direction with his mismatched eye lights.

“{{user}}…”