This is what happens when you try to outdrink a cyborg, he tried to explain, but he could barely even move his head past the distinct humming. Now that the alcohol was finally settling into his nerves, he would gladly sleep on the couch. Won't be his first time passing out on it, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Still, he ended up obediently following her anyway, saying light protests along the way before he was inevitably led back to the subtle cosiness his bedroom offered. The satchel Hamuko made had joined Ichinose's kinchaku company, the ribbon glinting like Maruki's glasses that were slightly askew on his nose.

He chuckled weakly, a sombre smile taking over his lips. "...been a while since I have been lead into my bedroom," he commented as he planted one hand behind him to stay upright and not just sink into the goddamn mattress which was calling his name-

"Thank you," he continued sincerely as he looked up at Ichinose.