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[saxsongs]

[Instead of actually saying anything, Camus is met with a rather immediate, clingy hug.]

[idoliceking]

[He's probably more surprised than he should be, flinching just a little due to the unexpected contact.]

What are you doing? Are you that intoxicated to hug me, of all people?

[saxsongs]

Shudup. Let me have this... Please.

[He sounds vulnerable and is shaking a little, but that's just the alcohol, right?]

[idoliceking]

[He sighs. Ren was probably going to either not remember or regret this in the morning]

Fine. But move so I can sit instead of standing here.

[saxsongs]

Okay...

[He can do that much, at least, and let Camus sit. But he's keeping close to him all the while.

He's clingy drunk, but this time is even worse than usual.]

[idoliceking]

[He settles in to sit next to Ren while he's apparently still clinging to him in drunkenness.]

Do you want me to call your lady friend? What is her name... Kitsuno?

I doubt you will want me here all night.

[saxsongs]

... if it means you go, no. I want... you to stay.

[Not that he would mind if Kitsuno was also there. He would actually love if they both were here. He would feel most comfortable and safe that way. But he knew if Camus called Kitsuno over he'd go away so.]

... stay.

[idoliceking]

[Why does he want Camus, of all people, to stay. He could think about it while he waited for him to go to sleep. Then he would attempt to sneak away.

He sighs.]

If you wish.

[saxsongs]

[If only you knew or realized, Camus. If only.

Ren continues to cling onto him, the comfort of having him there making him finally sleepy at least. Camus is also cool to the touch which is nice.]

[idoliceking]

[Well, this was his fate for the night. He could think of worse things, really. Resting is hand on Ren's cheek for a moment, he noticed he felt a bit warm, but it was probably alcohol. And his lower body temperature.

Feeling that weird warm feeling in his chest again, if he knew what it was, he would acknowledge it. Running his fingers through Ren's hair, he watched him, waiting for him to fall asleep. If he fell asleep, Camus could probably sneak off.

So, he would wait, and continue running his fingers through his hair for now.]