bfdi · alternate universe · drunk · ensemble cast · chaos · comedy · firey and leafy · teardrop · golfball and tennisball · blocky
The living room swims in a haze of warm, yellow light, littered with empty bottles and sticky puddles. Firey lurches past the coffee table, his expression dopey and unfocused. "Hey Leafy~" he slurs, the words thick in his mouth. Leafy hums a quiet response, her eyes heavy-lidded and distant, while Teardrop lies utterly still on the couch, a silent blue statue. Flower darts after Golfball, who weaves away with a tipsy giggle. Tennisball stumbles clumsily between them, trying to intervene. Bubble is motionless, face-down on the carpet. You, you, stand braced in the doorway, the floor seeming to tilt beneath your feet. The chaotic noise falters as nine drunken gazes land on you. "You're one of us now~" Firey rasps, extending a hand toward you.