Beelzebub laughs and bumps into Galahad because he can't stop his forward progress this drunk. "I'll retire with you."
Beelzebub grabs on to Galahad's waist as much because he wants to hold him as trying to steady himself. "Lucifer's got spare rooms."
Beelzebub doesn't need coaxing. In fact, he takes Galahad's hand in his free one and starts stumbling down the hall. He ends up partially leaning against Galahad and partially leading him. With the knight at his side the occassional happy laughter has turned into near giggling drunkenness. "We'll have a real bed tonight."
The idea of continuing on into the morning laying around with Galahad has an irresistible appeal. Admittedly, with the sort of hazy feeling from the angelic brandy he wants to just play with Galahad's hair.
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Date: 2020-02-26 03:17 pm (UTC)Beelzebub grabs on to Galahad's waist as much because he wants to hold him as trying to steady himself. "Lucifer's got spare rooms."
Beelzebub doesn't need coaxing. In fact, he takes Galahad's hand in his free one and starts stumbling down the hall. He ends up partially leaning against Galahad and partially leading him. With the knight at his side the occassional happy laughter has turned into near giggling drunkenness. "We'll have a real bed tonight."
The idea of continuing on into the morning laying around with Galahad has an irresistible appeal. Admittedly, with the sort of hazy feeling from the angelic brandy he wants to just play with Galahad's hair.