[William takes a few minutes to just stay silent and breathe, vaguely realizing somewhere that he's being a wretched moaning drunk. He can almost see his father just shaking his head and rolling his eyes right now. And if William had any inkling he could ask his closet for alcohol, he would never bother leaving his room and have to lament over the stairs.
The principate huffs, pushing himself back up into an upright position and rubbing his face with both hands. And if Gabriel ever even doubted just how much alcohol the human had put down his neck, the mention of being a best friend barely even registers on William's expression, and the young man doesn't even react to it.]
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The principate huffs, pushing himself back up into an upright position and rubbing his face with both hands. And if Gabriel ever even doubted just how much alcohol the human had put down his neck, the mention of being a best friend barely even registers on William's expression, and the young man doesn't even react to it.]
I'd feel bad if I drank all of yours though.