[Maybe they're being too ambitious, hoping they can move their bodies around with any real efficacy while in this foggy daze. But the blood pumping hotly through his veins helps; the desire to learn what she can teach him, giving into the desire for knowledge (and the lesser-known desire of his sexual urges, being prodded awake from their usual dormant slumber), helps him situate himself just enough so that...
...he climbs. A bit clumsily into her lap. Half-strewn, legs bent just enough to bracket her on either side, and one might call this a proper sit if he weren't half slumped forward, too.
And finally, he does lose grip on his pipe. It rolls off the cushion and clatters to the ground.]
Ah, we can... finish smoking after.
[they're already so blasted they probably don't need more]
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...he climbs. A bit clumsily into her lap. Half-strewn, legs bent just enough to bracket her on either side, and one might call this a proper sit if he weren't half slumped forward, too.
And finally, he does lose grip on his pipe. It rolls off the cushion and clatters to the ground.]
Ah, we can... finish smoking after.
[they're already so blasted they probably don't need more]