"Oh. Well yer sherdnt have called me mort! Confessing is really weird when you're drunk."
Esme: Yeah, 'cept iz eazier cuz we're definitely not gonna remember any of this in the mornin'-pluz if ya do I can juz blame it on alcohol...
"Ah shit. I dent haz daz escuse. Fine. Let's just trash de place and get dis out our sysem!"
Esme: Yeah!
¬*they trash the place then pass out on the waterbed*¬
They're cuddled into each other, Esme resting her head on Grim's chest
~the next day~
"huh?"
Esme starts to wake up
Esme: Mn...
She realizes where she is and her eyes widen before jolting away
Esme: AHHH! Oh-holy fuck-
"What were you doing?"
Esme: I-I don't know!!!
