Feeling a pat among the top of her head, Homura’s body began to ease down, her body loosening up once more, as she finds comfort at her variant’s soothing voice and gestures. “—ehe…I-I thought it w-was…juice…w-whoopsies~“ Chuckling as if this was nothing, she continues to lay upon the floor, flailing slightly.
—— { ♢♢♢♦♦ }All the dimension-traveler could offer the girl was a vague, sympathetic look as she watched her fall all over herself. Was she trying to say she had somehow misread the label? To think that such a small visual misinterpretation had conceived such a ridiculous result…
Oh, well. What’s done is done…
Homura guided the intoxicated girl to sit on a small sofa where she was most unlikely to hurt herself and went into the kitchen to get her something to drink. Water seemed like the safest choice, and that was what she returned with.
Glass in hand, the puella peered into the living room to check on the other. At the very least, she prayed she would not find her face planted on the floor again. That was just too embarrassing…
"Homura? I brought you some water…Do you think you can drink it?
