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"Profession fuck-up more like it," she corrected him, without any real malice to her tone, and a vague smile on her lips. For all that he did frustrate her when he was falling down drunk while she was stone-cold sober, she couldn't really be truly angry with him. "C'mon," the blonde instructed simply, releasing one hand, but using the other to guide him toward the entrance to Rienzi.
"Better not puke in my bed," she warned, as she opened the door and let them inside, reveling in the indoor air. The nights were cooling off, not much but some, and inside of the campus buildings was always just right. She figured it had to be charmed or something.
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"I bet ya will," Hunter replied, unable to hold in a little chuckle at the wiggling of the eyebrows. No matter how off-putting he was, especially when he was as loaded as this, there was always that undeniable underlying charm. If she wasn't dating him, it might have even been infuriating instead of endearing.
"No, no sleeping puke. I've done that enough for one lifetime, not happenin' tonight," she agreed with him, leading him through Rienzi, and toward her room. She was glad to be a senior and have a space all to herself; explaining Gray to roommates had never been the most fun. And besides, with a space to themselves, they could do whatever they wanted.
If he stayed conscious that long.
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