[-✘✘✘-] ;; Okay he’s done. He needs a drink now cause wow. Did not understand a fucking thing that she just said. Except for maybe the fact that she doesn’t wanna go look for whatever man she was talking about. The bottle of whiskey was placed against his lips and made his way over to the couch while drinking the stuff like it was water. Never really hurt him anyway. He’d need about ten bottles before he’d even feel it tingle anyway. A man rethinking his choice of bringing an alien in his home is now comfortably chugging a bottle of whiskey like it’s nothing.
With her tongue lulled from the side of her mouth, Nana crawls after him with eagerness. Yet he doesn’t seem to pay her any attention whatsoever, and it begins to annoy her. Didn’t he like her? Hate her? Wasn’t he going to do anything besides drink that whiskey?
“Don'cha wanna see
what I can do for you?”
To demonstrate her purpose, Nana glanced to the nearest electrical device; an outlet for this purpose, and her entire body turned into a beam of light, transferring into said wall. The room is quiet for a time before his TV turns on with a flicker, and she’s there, running her tongue along the screen.
“Masutā…”