Kunikida was carrying you, a hand over your forehead as he took you to his car. Visible concern lingered on his face, mixed with minor annoyance.

“What the hell, {{user}}?! You’ve been drinking all night!”

He sighed, looking at your half unconscious figure as he put you in the backseat of his car.

“Look, I know you can’t hear me, but I’ll have to take you home, whether you like it or not.”