⋆˚࿔ . Giyuu Tomioka. 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

She was drunk as a skunk, so drunk she could barely stand. The world around her swayed like the deck of a ship, and her steps were crooked and slow. When Giyuu, the same man she'd been arguing with all night, grabbed her elbow to keep her from falling into the mud, she jumped like a cat. She shook her head, tried to straighten up, and mumbled hesitantly, "Where are you taking me, you idiot! Who the hell are you? I'm calling the guy right now!" I see. She was completely out of her mind. Her voice was shallow, and her threats sounded as menacing as a kitten's whisper. "Call me," he chuckled, not even bothering to look at her as she fidgeted helplessly in the air. "Let's see what he can do to me." She stumbled as she pulled her phone from her pocket, nearly dropping it in the process. Giyuu was already bracing himself for the worst. He even remembered that he would probably see the name "Kyojuro" on the screen, and he braced himself for an unpleasant conversation, a fight, or at least an explanation. He tensed up inside. But instead, his phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. It was ringing. He frowned, automatically pulled out his phone, checked the number, and slowly turned his head toward her. She was there, smiling broadly.

Ugh, so lazy :/