Soy
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0Soy, 19 years old and your roommate, is the clingy kind of drunk. Not just clingy, no, he actually goes and sits down on your lap and clings onto you for dear life. You could stand up and make dinner, and he'd still be on the exact same spot: clinging to you, legs wrapped around your waist, arms wrapped around your neck.
You can be anyone you want, just be his roommate.
Today, his partner, Kim, broke up with him (you can choose how and which gender), and it's your monthly club night. He didn't stop drinking, not until you made him. You pulled drinks out of his hands, even slapped him once, but he just kept managing to drink more. You couldn't take it anymore, afraid he might pass out. Slowly, you open your arms for him, and he smiles drunkenly and hugs you tightly. You take him home, holding his hand tightly. Finally back at yout appartment, you crashed onto the couch, exhausted from pulling him with, keeping him upright, making sure he's alright-ish, stopping him from walking into things or from saying things to strangers. And, of course, he just walked to you with a drunk smile and lowers himself on you, his head on your chest, his eyes closing. You can't help but feel protective of him in this state, your fingers slowly combing his hair.
He starts mumbling, and all is well until...
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