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@－ ❛ ʜ ❜：maya yim。⁰⁴ The side glance that the Slytherin offered in response to the continued teasing about his drinking was one that matched the extremity of a haughty child. "But I /just/ told you I drank those," he said with a sigh as if she were the one being forgetful about the claims he made. He couldn't seem to decide whether or not he wanted her to know how very drunk he was. Honestly, all was lost when he started to take shots. Those certainly weren't a great idea. Not one bit.

It took only a moment for Liandro to process her question, to know just what kind of statement she was making. "/Yes/." He whispered into her ear as if they weren't the only people in the hall. As of someone could hear the desperation of just how much he would have liked to take her into his room. "Then we could cuddle. Yes, yes. But...its against the rules. You can't come into the Slytherin dorm. It's not right." Even while drunk he couldn't seem to stray from those troublesome rules. It was strange for him to just say it so quickly, really. It was never something he thought much about while sober, or at least it was never a thought he would hold onto. Possibly it was something that randomly passed through his mind, something that had more significance than he thought. "Give my head a kiss to make it better when I have a headache. Kisses make things better."

It was a question that made Lian pause to go into a deeper thought, allowing the usual seriousness that seemed to grace his features to return. He stepped off of the stairs, and with a simple tug, Maya came down with him. The prefect had to get a proper look at her, at the angle of which they were usually, with their faces unleveled. He rested the hand he had held onto his waist before cupping her cheeks to tilt her face up towards him, trying to envision the other with another color. "Hmmmmm...yes. Yes, yes you should do that so I can find you more easily. Lots of girls in your house are your height and many got brown or black hair. So hard to find you when I want to see you. Sometimes I wanna see you without telling you that I do, and thats when I peek at you at the Great Hall. Or, or when you're having a game. But now its so hard." More secrets of his dribbled past his lips and as they left him the wider his smile became, melting away his serious expression once more.

With the mention of if he's cold, it was as if something clicked in Liandro's head and his hands short to his chest to hold it. "How'd you know?" His eyes were widened in horror as if Maya had done something wrong. "D-did my s show?" Certainly with the cold they would have shown a bit, but how could the Hufflepuff have possibly noticed when it was so dark within the hall and his dark gray shirt would have hid that detail. "I should go to bed, I am getting kinda sleepy. But I want to stay with you more." Once more his hands found his as he had already forgotten that he thought Maya was looking at how his body gave way to his being chilly. "If we were in the same house we could have kept each other company," he whispered to her. To think he was finally accepting being a Slytherin after so many years and now he was wishing the hat had picked something else once more.

@－ ❛ s ❜：liandro kang。⁰⁴ Seeing his somewhat defensive response as she questions the state of his sobriety, it allows for a small laugh to slip past her lips, quick to succumb to him. "Alright, alright, let's say you're sober now, silly. You totally did /not/ drink two bottles and some vodka." She muses him, knowing that his thoughts are more than jumbled and far past from saving, but still, she remains with him. Quite surely, she liked all sides of him he's shown her.

She catches the evident relaxation in his posture as she therapeutically soothes her fingers through his hair, the sigh that leaves his mouth serving as another way to tell her he adored her touch, and she could only flash him a smile. Perhaps she drives him crazy, just as he does her. "But you like me," she says, catching his gaze. "would you let me in your room?" This is murmured from her without such intimate intentions, mostly just to gauge a reaction from the man before her, and partially because she wishes to see him grant her a 'special right', she guesses. There was just something about being entirely exceptional to Liandro that she couldn't pass up, that and because she wants to see if his answer would be similar to her own. "Yeah, you'll see me tomorrow. Along with a headache." She sheepishly concludes.

Her hand returns the squeeze he offers her, indeed having noticed the difference in their sizes since the first time the thought to hold his hand crossed her mind. It seems so long ago, but it couldn't have been more than a month ago—yet, they've come so far in their friendship, it feels like. "I like holding your hand too." she admits easily, now leaning forward to rest her head upon his shoulder. Him also, she thinks to herself. Maybe she likes him.

His sunflower.

Yeah, that's who she was to him, and she liked it a bit too much for her own good. He always managed to make her heart run wild, her visage flush, and shyness crawl up her spine—all in an unparalleled match. Always him. And this moment proves to be yet another instance as he expresses something so little as to wanting to effortlessly spot her in a crowd of faceless names, the pure intent behind it leading her to be so bashful in his presence. "It's okay, seeing you has already made my entire night. I'll be sure to get a good night's rest now. Should I change my hair color again?" Cheekily, she crinkles her nose, keeping note of what other shades she could possibly try. Taking a glance over his own comfortable clothing that he adorns himself in, she silently confesses to herself that she prefers him in such too. Without the Slytherin robe and in his own sense of fashion, he's never quite looked more attractive. "I'm not that cold, promise. You're keeping me warm right now," insisting, she wriggles into his embrace. "But, if you're cold, you should head back in and get some good sleep, Lian."

@－ ❛ ʜ ❜：maya yim。⁰⁴ Her thoughts held true. Liandro had been quite perceptive when it came to Maya, especially when it came to how she looked or interacted with others. He often found himself watching her if they were in the Great Hall for meals or taking a second glance in her direction when they passed in the halls. Even he was surprised by how much he found himself looking in her direction with no other intentions than to see her. Of course, he'd never admit that he paid so much attention to her.

That is, not unless he was so far gone on alcohol like he was now.

A goofy smile formed onto his face in response to her describing his compliments of her as cute. Though, it was strange as even in his drunken state it seemed a bit...stalkerish. The smile fell again when she mentioned his being sober, and thus he began with a defensive tone. "Who said I'm not sober now, huh?" It was as if he had forgotten that he had admitted to it already. But once more with he admitted to what he drank and how much. The Slytherin was all over the place when it came to his thoughts, it was borderline insane.

A sighed in satisfaction with the way her fingers ran through his hair, something that seemed to become a habit of Maya's. "I don't like them. I tolerate them. Don't want them in my room either." He responded with an aggression that was unexpected in the state he was in. But what he said, it was all the truth. Honestly, Liandro was always the type to merely tolerate the presence of the others around him. And his space, it was his space. Even drunk, he would have absolutely refused for them to guide him onto his room. Besides, he had disappeared without a word with thoughts of only the prefect before him. He wanted a quiet space to call her. "Scold me? Yes, yes scold me if that means I can see you tomorrow too." The aggression left his voice to be replaced with a tone that was so light and childish sounding once more.

One could hope that the Slytherin remembered nothing of what he said to her. Well, particularly about "doing weird things" to her. He would rather die than admit it to Maya, than let her know that such thoughts have entered his mind before. He'd admit to others, but to her? No, he just couldn't. Not when he wanted so much more, to the point that holding her hand so innocently made him happy enough. "Oh I like holding your hand. Yes. You have such small hands, they make mine seem so big." His fingers squeezed around her own.

"Oh. You were going to sleep? You didn't have to come, I would have understood. Maybe. I would have been upset but thats okay cause I can see you whenever I want. And I can see you in the halls. Although, it's hard to find you now that your hair is natural again...how am I to find my Sunflower in the sea of students now? So sad. I just look for yellow now but its so hard sometimes." He looked her over when she asked about her outfit. There was nothing wrong with her not being in her uniform at all. In fact, he liked it, liked how her robes weren't hiding her body, hiding her natural curves. Everything. Thankfully, this was something that Liandro decide to keep to himself. "No, I like muggles clothes. I don't like muggles but their clothing is very comfy. And you look like you're very comfy. And cold...why didn't you wear a sweater.? It's cold in the halls. It's cold right now." His hand ghosted down her arm as he spoke. It was not like he was one to talk, as he was dressed very similarly in a t-shirt and sweats. Though, with his alcohol ingestion, his body was overheated, making him not think about a sweater when he first left the dorm.

@－ ❛ s ❜：liandro kang。⁰⁴ It's a first for her to have someone pay such meticulous attention to the littlest of things about her, and easily, he makes her quite speechless. She breaks her silence though as he voices out his worry of her finding him a complete weirdo, to which she denies promptly. "No, no, I don't think you're weird. I think it's.. cute that you notice all of those things. If anything, I appreciate it because, well, I think it's sweet."

Sweet.

She's been finding that that word is something she's been describing him with frequently, and each time she consciously thinks this, she just has to let him know. He's the sweetest guy she knows, and although he's in a far inebriated state of mind, she hopes that he's well aware of it too. But perhaps his attentive self (to her specifically) is something he's kept to himself for awhile now, seeing as how he'd only admit such in his drunken perspective, so she lets out a laugh, the pad of her thumb brushing over his dimple. "Don't be embarrassed. Maybe you can tell me all of this again when you're sober, silly. I'd love to hear it."

She answers his fleet of questions respectively in order, having to sink her teeth in her lower lip to stifle a giggle from just how cute he was when he blabbers. "No, I didn't see anyone before this. Yes, I had a good dinner and I hope you ate just as much. Mhm, I saw the cake and stole a bite or two from my friend, it was delicious." Her eyebrow raises in amusement, her smile failing to hide her evident giddiness this side of him, even after he confesses how many bottles he's had for the night. Of course, a part of her remains worried, but because he's here with her—in her arms and where she can take care of him—she doesn't scold him and instead runs her digits through the sea of his hair. "I'm surprised your housemates didn't guide you to your room, but it's alright, I've got you. When you're feeling tired, I'll help you up. Then tomorrow, that's when I'll lecture you." She jokes.

Feeling the coldness of his fingertips lightly feather over the skin of her torso, it's almost enough to distract her from the words spilling from his lips, but she catches it with a simper tugging the ends of her tiers, noting how he seems to notice her expressions also. "Well, you make me happy, so it's fitting, right?" This time, he fascinates her about the seeming lapse of reveries he has in reference to the 'weird things' she apparently makes him want to do, and her visage reddens. Her lips part in purpose of asking about these thoughts that she provokes (although she can guess), but she stops, figuring that maybe it could be a conversation for when he's no longer over his head. "Whenever you want to hold my hand, do it. I can promise you that I'm thinking the same too," she says, slipping her palm down his arm to grasp his bigger hand in her, raising it for him to see. "Like now."

"I was on prefect duty earlier, and I was about to turn in for the night when I got your message. Guess you caught me at a good time," she bluffs, well knowing that even if he were to call her at four in the morning, she'd come running. "Do I look weird out of uniform? This is the first time you've seen me without it." Asking, she glances down to lay her outfit under her scrutiny, before looking back at him.

@－ ❛ ʜ ❜：maya yim。⁰⁴ "Mmm I should tell you more. Sometimes you smell different. Sometimes you smell sweet, sometimes you smell like flowers, sometimes you smell like clean laundry. It's always a nice smell. You always smell nice. Makes me want to smell you all day, but I can't do that. If I do that you'll think I'm a weirdo." A small gasp sounded from him when he realized that everything came out in one go that he had already said everything that he had thought whenever he saw her. "Oh no. Now you think I'm a weirdo." If he could go back in time and take back everything, he would. Maybe he'd drink only one bottle of wine. Of course, that was the most sober part of his brain talking, the one that was completely embarrassed by the situation that he's placed himself in. Why was the first thing he thought when he was about to turn in for the night was to see Maya? Now, here he was making a fool out of himself whilst being unable to properly stand.

Relief washed over him when Maya helped his arms around her. This meant she did not think she was a weirdo or, if she did, she did not mind it. His fingers touched her bare skin, causing him to lean back in confusion. "Oh." He had asked her what she was wearing earlier, but she never did mention it. "Cute." He mumbled before resting his head back onto her shoulder, his nose nestled into her hair once more to take in her pleasant scent. "Why are you really good? You see someone before this? Or did you eat nice food? Dinner had a nice cake thing, it was yummy. Did you see it? Did you have it? It was some sort of chocolate cake thing. I don't know what-" He stopped to think about just how much he drank tonight. "Two bottles," he whispered as if he were about to be scolded. "Maybe some vodka too."

He couldn't exactly remember what he drank at this point. But it was clear it was far too much for him. His arms tightened around the Hufflepuffs waist, his fingers brushing her exposed skin. "I like when you do that." His demeanor became as serious as it could be while drunk. "It's cute when you scrunch up your nose like that. You seem happy. I like it. You're pretty too. You know that?" The seriousness in his tone started to fall once more as he began on his tangent about her again. Talking too fast for his brain and tongue to fully process his words. "I could look at you /all/ day. So pretty. But not like that pretty that makes me want to do things to you like weird things. Just want to hold your hand...no I think about that too. Nevermind. I'm a big fat liar you shouldn't listen to me." His brows furrowed at the thoughts then engulfed him and then suddenly he straightened up once more to look her dead in the eye.

"Wait, I thought you were doing prefect duties and that's why you could see me. Why aren't you wearing your uniform?"

@－ ❛ s ❜：liandro kang。⁰⁴ Over her end of the phone, she coaxes him, in his inebriated state, once more that she was soon approaching the corridor to the dungeon, the pace of her footsteps hurried to make sure he doesn't have to travel as far. And as she sees him in the distance, she murmurs into the receiver, her smile well apparent over her visage. She shuffles over, clad in a comfortable pair of sweats and top that barely flashes her midriff—a different style than what he's seen her in before. "I'm here, silly. Turn around."

To see Liandro Kang shift into someone much more soft, easily excitable, and all smiley—it's somewhat of a new sight. Unbeknownst to herself, this side of him definitely did shine in all of his sobriety, but perhaps only for her eyes. A lucky one, she truly is. Though, she has to admit that even without being a witness to such overflowing cuteness of this Slytherin prefect before her, maybe she'd always be attracted to him. There was just a certain charm he harbored, a charismatic aura that matched his chocolate-ly hazel eyes, and a devilish simper paired with an adorable pair of dimples.

"Hey—" she manages to make out before her arms reflexively wind around his neck, purposeful to both embrace him for a greeting and to maintain his nearly haphazard balance. A quiet laugh emits through her tiers upon his light ramble, a tinge of pink scouring across her cheeks even. She definitely didn't take him to be a talkative drunk. "No, you haven't told me, but I appreciate the compliment. Maybe you can tell me more." This, she says with a certain playful tone lacing in her voice. Albeit not being the type to fish for compliments, there was just something about the way he talks about her that makes her utmost elated, more honored. And this proves to be true even with the state he's in and slight slurs.

Making sure she can attempt to hold his weight, one arm of hers undulates down his to guide his hands from the stairway rail to encircle around her waist for a proper hug—and because she liked the way he held her. A moment passes before she leans back just a tad, enough for him to see the soft smile that plasters on her face. "I'm good, really good. How about you?" She asks, scrunching her nose up at him goofily. "And how much did you drink, silly?"

@－ ❛ ʜ ❜：maya yim。⁰⁴ While on the phone with Maya, the Slytherin seemed to only struggle with changing out of his robes into something more comfortable. In his near drunken, no, he was drunk, stupor he had failed to realize that he could merely place the girl on speaker in order to continue his conversation with her. Thus, she must have heard the rustling of his clothes against the receiver as he tried to change with the phone pressed to his ear. He was a smart man, really, but alcohol just about took a good amount of that intellect from him.

Thank God for muggle's clothing. If he had been stumbling in the halls like he was now in his robes, Liandro was sure to trip over them. More so than he was now, since he was already nearly tripping over his own feet. "Okay, Maya, I'm here. Where're you?" He just about asked her for the millionth time tonight. It had failed to process that she would be with him soon, or maybe he was just thoroughly impatient. It was almost like a dog waiting on its owner. Asking "where" and "when" constantly until they saw just what they wanted. And much like a dog, when Maya did finally come into view, the Slytherin's expression shifted into a sort of child-like innocence. An excitement was clear in his eyes, the smile he provided was much wider than usual, albeit a tad lopsided. "Hi," he managed to spit out before taking a step onto the stairs to hug her.

Of course, he only managed to press his face into her hair, his hands preoccupied with the railing of the staircase so as to not fall over. "You smell nice. You always smell nice. Have I ever told you that? Some days you smell even /nicer/. I bet that's when you decide to use the prefect's bath." He droned on, his words nearly running into one another with the fast pace he spoke. If he had been completely and utterly sober, maybe even just tipsy, Liandro would have had a mind to keep such a thought to himself. But he was filterless and the Hufflepuff really did have a nice scent to her hair. "How are you?" He finally whispered to her.