Coco snapped her head to the side, her eyes wide in fright and heart almost jumping out of her chest.
"What were you two doing without ?" The second husband whined, all the while hiccuping at the end of his sentence as he stumbled towards Coco.
"Heiren?" Coco called, letting out a sigh of relief. She honestly thought that soone else had barged into the room, but she was glad that it was just him—
Coco froze, blinking, and wondered why would she assu that soone else would have walked inside the house except for the people she knows anyway?
That’s a weird thought, but she decided to shake it off, and smiled at the diator.
"Are you okay?" Coco asked, eting him halfway and wrapping her arms around him to stabilize him on his feet.
Heiren shot her a grin, crooked and awkward, but it gave Coco an idea why he was walking funny.
Her nose scrunched up when she got a whiff of the scent of his breath. "You reek. Have you been drinking? Just how many bottles did you down before you called it quits?"
"He reeks?" Quizen chid in, stepping closer to Heiren and leaning down, sniffing the diator.
Quizen quickly reeled away and covered his nose, his eyebrows creasing, hissing. "Goodness! You sll like alcohol!"
Heiren chuckled and ignored Quizen, instead, he turned to Coco and wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her close against him, burying his face into her shoulder.
Quizen clicked his tongue. "Who were you drinking with, Heiren? Is this why you, Zaque, and Alhai didn’t co back last night?"
"Last night?" Heiren repeated, his nose scrunching up. "What happened last night?"
"Yeah, he’s still drunk." Coco breathed out, holding Heiren onto her tightly, not wanting to let him fall on the floor. "This sll doesn’t sll like any other alcohol though. Just what did you drink?"
"Wineeeeeee!" Heiren drawled out, giggling and rubbing his cheek on Coco’s shoulder. "Zaque opened one and it was delicioussssss.."
Coco raised an eyebrow and turned to Quizen. "People can get drunk from wine?"
"I do get drunk after three glasses, so yes." The diator answered, shrugging his shoulders. "But Heiren has never gotten drunk from wine before. He probably had a bottle or two."
Coco frowned and returned her attention to the diator in her arms, barely able to keep himself standing without needing to lean all his weight against her body with his hands gripping the back of her robe.
"I didn’t even know that we have alcoholic beverages in the house." Coco mumbled, sighing.
"There was a wine box that Coco Hughes brought four months ago." Quizen explained as quickly as he could when he sensed the underlying tone of sadness in Coco’s voice.
The diator knew that it stemd from Coco Hughes’ alcoholism and was probably just looking out for them, also the fact that she’s not stopping them from doing whatever they want— it was sothing that made his heart swell with love.
However, his words only made Coco frown deeper.
"She bought wine when she was already in debt? Unbelievable." Coco’s nose scrunched up in disgust, scoffing out the words.
Quizen’s heart almost jumped out of his chest at the sight of Coco being mad for their sakes, but even if she was feeling upset, she still tended to Heiren gently.
"I’ll check the others in the kitchen." Coco stated and picked up Heiren off his feet, glancing at Quizen. "Change my bed cover, okay? I don’t want the others to change it."
"Sure, but are you sure you can do it?" Quizen agreed, his eyebrows furrowing as he trailed his gaze down to her legs.
"I’m fine." Coco assured him and smiled. "I love the pain because it reminded how much you made feel good, and how good you were to last night."
Quizen’s cheeks flushed, the words from Coco’s mouth making him feel embarrassed.
"I-I see.." He mumbled, turning his face away and waited until Coco was out of the room before he moved to the bed, throwing himself over it and scread against her pillow.
He scread so loud, yet it was muffled.
Coco couldn’t help, but chuckle, the corner of her lips quirking up into a small smile.
Heiren was already knocked out in her arms and from the looks of it, he was quite blissful after being hamred by a wine— if that’s what he really did drink.
A part of Coco is suspicious about the wine they are talking about, not because she doesn’t believe them, but because she could sense a trace of mana in the diator’s lips.
What kind of wine would require a mana to make it?
Things have been a ss and confusing lately, but with how much progress she had made with the diators, she could care less about those things.
Coco kicked the door open to Heiren’s room and walked in, only to freeze by the doorway when her eyes landed on a big photo of her glued to the wall of Heiren’s bed.
Coco’s eyes widened at the sight of her, not Coco Hughes— well, it’s Coco Hughes’ body, but it’s her.
How could she tell that it was her? From what she could rember in Coco Hughes’ mory and the stories she heard from others around her, Coco Hughes would never lift a hand to have a basket filled with fruits on her back.
"He must have taken it when we were still at Yogusho Village." Coco mumbled, walking over to the bed and gently placing Heiren down on the mattress.
The picture has her walking with a smile on her face, and it looked like she was talking to Lala at the ti, but the cara wasn’t able to capture her.
"I don’t even know that a cara exists in this world." Coco murmured to herself, tucking Heiren under the covers.
After she was done, she stayed in her position, standing beside the bed and staring at Heiren.
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