[ Next time, if anything starts to feel off while out in the streets of Hell, Megumi asserts to himself that he will head home immediately. There won't be a next time, as far as he can help it, because anything might be preferable to the humiliation of being in such an untoward state in front of someone he sees as a threat. He leans against the dragon for a good second to steel himself against the rocking world in his perception, but pushes against him soon after, breaking apart even if it means he continues to stagger. ]
What would that be then ... [ What does the older man think he deserves? Perhaps it's the drink in him, but Megumi doesn't feel inclined to end the interaction immediately, relaxed enough for some curiousity. His head's still spinning though, his coordination lost from him. He rubs at it, clicking his tongue. ] 'Tch ...
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What would that be then ... [ What does the older man think he deserves? Perhaps it's the drink in him, but Megumi doesn't feel inclined to end the interaction immediately, relaxed enough for some curiousity. His head's still spinning though, his coordination lost from him. He rubs at it, clicking his tongue. ] 'Tch ...