Cryobionic
Seven Thousand Club
Oliver's arms shot out to catch the falling shade as he collapsed, but with the imp being quite a bit smaller than the shade, coupled with the fact that the entire thing had taken him by surprise not to mention the alcohol still lingering in his system making him react more sluggishly than usual, he didn't manage to do more than grab Jun's left arm, twisting it a little as the rest of his body fell ungraciously to the floor.
Letting out a stream of curses in Latin, the imp gingerly let go of the shade's limp arm, pondering on what do do now. He couldn't very well let the boy just lay there, in a heap on the cold floor like discarded rag. Oliver looked around, pursing his lips in thought as his eyes trailed over the cafe, eventually landing on the door to the backroom, where he had seen the overweight ghost float out from to begin with. A small giggle escaped his lips as he though about it, and in a clumsy fashion, he reached down and slid his arms under the shade's, effectively managing to establish some form of hold on the boy.
With some minor difficulties due to his size, the imp finally managed to begin dragging the white haired boy towards the backroom, grunting a little. "You're heavier than you look," He muttered under his breath, wincing as Jun's head tilted off to the side, banging against the bar, "Oops," The imp whispered, biting his lip, "Well, it's not like this hasn't happened before." He snorted to himself, remembering the manor, and knowing full well Jun couldn't exactly hear him. Still, though, it was better than the empty bottle of moonshine.
After a couple of minutes filled with curses, 'oopses' and frustrated yelps, the imp finally managed to drag the unconscious boy into the backroom, heaving him onto the bed with a groan. "Holy hell." He murmured under his breath, gasping for air, peals of sweat running down his forehead. "I'm not exactly built for carrying overweight ghosts around, ya know." The imp smiled faintly, leaning himself against the wall adjacent to the bed, sliding down it to take a breather. A few seconds later, his dark head lulled forward, the exhausting events of the day finally catching up with the still slightly tipsy imp.
Letting out a stream of curses in Latin, the imp gingerly let go of the shade's limp arm, pondering on what do do now. He couldn't very well let the boy just lay there, in a heap on the cold floor like discarded rag. Oliver looked around, pursing his lips in thought as his eyes trailed over the cafe, eventually landing on the door to the backroom, where he had seen the overweight ghost float out from to begin with. A small giggle escaped his lips as he though about it, and in a clumsy fashion, he reached down and slid his arms under the shade's, effectively managing to establish some form of hold on the boy.
With some minor difficulties due to his size, the imp finally managed to begin dragging the white haired boy towards the backroom, grunting a little. "You're heavier than you look," He muttered under his breath, wincing as Jun's head tilted off to the side, banging against the bar, "Oops," The imp whispered, biting his lip, "Well, it's not like this hasn't happened before." He snorted to himself, remembering the manor, and knowing full well Jun couldn't exactly hear him. Still, though, it was better than the empty bottle of moonshine.
After a couple of minutes filled with curses, 'oopses' and frustrated yelps, the imp finally managed to drag the unconscious boy into the backroom, heaving him onto the bed with a groan. "Holy hell." He murmured under his breath, gasping for air, peals of sweat running down his forehead. "I'm not exactly built for carrying overweight ghosts around, ya know." The imp smiled faintly, leaning himself against the wall adjacent to the bed, sliding down it to take a breather. A few seconds later, his dark head lulled forward, the exhausting events of the day finally catching up with the still slightly tipsy imp.