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Soft, large, and round, hm?

[No, she's not going to let him off that easy.

It's a good thing that he can't see how red in the face she is, either.]

[Just a very, very quiet voice.]

Squishy...

[Ilsa hums, almost pensively, like she's giving his words some very, very serious thought.]

Squishy, too? What is?

[SHE'S GOING TO MAKE HIM SAY IT.]

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Dog... Pillows...

Dog pillows?

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Wait. Did she... get the wrong idea? She thought he was talking about—dear lord, what has this place done to her!? She's just going to start walking faster now... The sooner they get back to her place, the sooner she can set him down and put an end to this whole thing.

Meanwhile, her grip on Eustace will begin to slip.....]

[Unknown to Ilsa, she was actually quite correct, he's just actually had the barest enough of sense to not say what else was going on. Perhaps being drunk had a positive effect for this...or maybe he's sobering up a little. Such a dream to have while on Ilsa's back...

...

Or maybe it's because he's on Ilsa's back.

Before he was too drunk to really be affected by it but now that he's been forced awake and sobering a little, he's much more aware of things. More aware of her body is moving beneath him, aware of her scent so close to his nose still buried in her hair, the heat at his fingertips, the small size of her shoulders that his much larger hands seem to envelop.

And her picking up the pace does not do him any favors.

So that grip slipping is a miracle as roughly the same time he's trying to let go and lean back while once more reciting every rule and procedure of the Society organization (which honestly comes out as a jumbled, drunken mess in his mind) and he inadvertently pushes back with enough force that he'll just fall right back.]

—!!!

[Well.

That's one way to kill his thoughts.]

[The scream Ilsa lets out when she feels Eustace slip out of her arms is... something. Not a sound that she's ever made, and likely not one she'll ever make again. Fortunately for him, her reflexes are fast enough, and Valo moves underneath to break his fall just in case she doesn't catch Eustace in time. His head will hit the dog's back before Ilsa is hoisting him up and forward again with all of the strength she still has in her legs.

And then her knees immediately buckle underneath her, and she starts to topple forward.]

Stop leaning like that! Just stay straight!!!

Just let go!!

[LET HIM FALL AND CRACK HIS HEAD OPEN IT'S FINE HE PROBABLY NEEDS IT AFTER ALL THIS—

Valo is desperately trying to offer some support, but it's a struggle.]

I'm not going to let you fall! Lean forward and hold on!

[HELLO?? SHE ISN'T GOING TO LET HIM CRACK HIS HEAD, IT'S ALREADY DAMAGED ENOUGH—

Which is why Ilsa is going to start moving even faster, picking up into a jog, leaning forward and looking like she's about to fall face-first right into the stone.

Meanwhile, Valo is trotting to keep up behind them, the poor dog so confused...]

[He's forced back forward, and there's a definite audible swear because while the atmosphere is enough to quell any previous desires, THIS ISN'T HELPING IN A DIFFERENT SENSE.]

Wait—Ilsa—!!!

[Heurp—]

[NOT AGAIN...

At this point, there's no winning for either of them. Let him down and he can barely walk. Pick him up and he can barely hold on... and now this.

Whoever enchanted him, whoever started that stupid drinking game and let him drink this much... She's going to kill them all.

And she's just going to keep running until she finds a safe spot to stop on the side of the road in case he needs to expel (rainbows) again. If not, then she's going to keep going. No more stopping until they're back at her house and he is safe on her couch—!]

[He's honestly going to try his best, one arm hanging around her chest (specifically, the space between her neck and above her cleavage so that he's 1) not choking her and 2) not hitting her breasts) while the other hand is at his mouth as he tries to keep whatever's left in him down.

She'll get as far as her front gate before he really, REALLY needs to be let down.]

Ah fuck, seriously, Ilsa!!

[She's going to practically throw him off her shoulders now—though not so hard that he'll make a terrible landing, but hard enough that it jolts the both of them—and she stumbles forward, wobbling with her hands forward to break her fall in case she completely trips over her feet. She doesn't, and instead, she whirls around to look at Eustace.

... Not on her front lawn, ugh...!]

If you tell me who did this to you, I will make sure that they pay the proper price for it.

No—!

[HURK—

He also doesn't want to puke all over her front lawn so although he's hunched over, he somehow manages to contain it. If anything he needs a moment to properly breathe and get some air...as well as maybe stop all this spinning.

Ugh....]

[Just please do not ruin her perfect grass!!!

And she'll raise her voice, barking out a command as if he were her recruit rather than an equal colleague.]

I don't care if you have two left feet, or hands for feet, keep moving them. If you hurl on my peonies, I will give you something to run from!

[Her front door is literally right there!!!]

[Unfortunately it won't be as effective as he's still just hunched over her fence. All he can do is give her a feeble wave followed by a—]

Shit, not so loud!

[But then he takes a few deep breaths and pushes himself up away from the fence.

Slowly.

And starts taking a few staggering steps onto her walkway.]

[Well, at least it got him moving, but she really is fuming at this point while her eyes dart up and down the street, making sure that there's no one watching before she's helping to rush him along her front lawn towards the door. Even Valo is giving him small nudges behind his legs to help...!

And once they're inside, Ilsa will slam the door shut behind all three of them, and now Eustace is free to do whatever he pleases. His pride will not be wounded here.

As she, meanwhile, slumps down against the door with a sigh.]

[JUST GOING TO RUSH OVER TO THE KITCHEN SINK FOR NOW. He feels less nauseous, but he feels like hanging his head over it, anyway.

Valo is really so confused, whining first at Ilsa and giving her a few licks before he moves to Eustace, ears lowered and whining more as he sits by him.]

[Poor Valo is trying so hard to keep both mom and dad appeased...

Ilsa only gives him a crooked, sheepish smile while she rests her head back against the door, trying to catch the breaths that she lacked the entire walk back from the pub... lest anyone here forget that she carried the man on her back the whole way.]

You did good. I'm sorry that I couldn't do more.

[Valo gets a light scratch on the head and an apology from her before he wanders over to bump his head against Eustace's leg.

Ilsa will call after Eustace, though, from where she's practically sitting on the floor by now.]

Drink some water.

[He doesn't move for a moment, but it does sound like a good idea. So he'll turn on the tap...

...

And just dunk his entire head under it.]

[From where she is, she can see him fairly clearly, and when he turns on the water and—]

That's not—

[She's about to call out her protest, but in the end, decides against it. She dismisses it with a groan and a wave of her hand before she's pushing herself to her feet and crossing to the kitchen to grab a fresh towel that she'll just drape over his shoulder.]

Here.

[JUST GIVE HIM A FEW MOMENTS...and then he really will tilt his head so he can just drink straight from the faucet. But after a few mouthfuls and cold water later, he pulls at the towel and slowly wipes his face.]

Sorry... Just... Suddenly really hot...

[...

Ilsa stares for a second too long before she steals her eyes away, looking anywhere but at him or the way his wet hair clings to his forehead, or how the water dribbles down the sides of his face—]

You should sit down. I can make room on the couch for you.

All right...

[Ugh... His head... Pounding... And he'll sluggishly trudge over to the couch before he flops onto it, head automatically tilting back against the back rest.]

[Ah—

Well... Alright. He flopped on there before she could move the pillows around to be more comfortable, but if he's fine, then... so be it. She's so tired, she's not going to argue with him anymore.

She'll pour him a tall glass of ice-cold water before dragging herself to the living room.

She's just going to slump down next to him and hand him the glass. The couch itself isn't that big—enough to fit the two of them and Valo if he squeezes in, but it is wide enough that she can comfortably stretch out and let her head fall back as well.]

Drink. Let's start getting you sobered up.

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