Oh no, he was pathetic. Ichinose had scooted to give him room to flop over, too busy laughing to comment on how he caught her yukata sleeve under his butt as he sat, subtly tugging it free while he panicked and gestured madly.

He was redder than a tomato. Hah! And the sheepish way he covered himself up, like he was trying not to come off as a harlot - even more hilarious!

"Like I said! You can come on to me when we're sober," she laughed, jovial. "If the couch is so uncomfortable, then you better not sleep there either."