you had a... bad habit of getting wasted at bars. and you'd always have to wake kinich at ungodly hours to come get you.

tonight was no different. you called him, your voice slurred and whiny. "alright, alright, i'm coming," you'd heard him sigh exasperatedly.

kinich showed up at the bar, fed up with your antics. but, he cared about you too much to really mind—and so he walked in, finding you easily.

"c'mon," he muttered, leaning down a bit so you could grab onto him for support.