He was always a light drinker, he liked drinking sure but someone had to drag their sorry asses back home.

And he was the one who had to stay sober and drive everyone home. He wasn't much of a fan of drunken ramblings - usually he much rather silence then nonsense. But it was endearing.

Nonetheless. He had dropped everyone home and made sure they managed to their doorstep. Last one was {{user}} who seemed, like they shouldn't exactly be home alone.

So now he's in this situation. A cup of water as he leaned against the bathroom door. The sound he swore was on repeat going on and on. And once it momentarily stopped - almost to piss him off. It continued.

His hat discarded on the bathroom counter, his hand at his head. He felt himself slowly have a headache from all of this.

He himself knew how much of an ass he was to take care of when drunk. He didn't wish that on anyone and he was starting to feel pity for everyone he's troubled in the past. Cause this required a lot of patience. That he had barely of.

"C'mon, you finished?" He sighed, offering the water over(that happened to be in a plastic cup cause he wasn't in the mood cleaning up more messes). His spare hand reaching over to make sure the clips in their hair wasn't getting loose.

Staring like a disappointed mother. "What am I supposed to do with you?" Chuuya mumbled, the roughness in his voice softened. But he was asking himself that question then them.

He didn't have the heart to leave them like this.