His head was aching enough that it hurt to keep his eyes open longer than a few seconds at a time. What had Seth been saying? Wait--- Seth? Michal's upper brow burrowed, and he squinted through his heavy lids. He didn't want to talk to Seth how had Seth gotten in here? What, was he here to tell him--- he didn't care at all.
"No," Michal responded with a surprising amount of indigence in his voice for how truly drunk he was. Sparing one hand away from pressing into his face, Michal jerkily waved his hand toward Seth's body until it made contact. Briefly gathering a bit of fabric for support, he then began to roughly push at the body away from him. "No no no no no no no!" he repeated like a broken, monotoned record.
"Don't get to---" Michal struggled, sticking his chin out in the air. "Don't get---" His eyes finally closed. "Get---" Whatever part of Seth's body he had been pushing and hitting slowly began to miss its mark.
Mid-sentence, Michal nodded off, his words turning into indistinguishable grunts, whimpering noises, and then finally heavy breathing. He was tired, after all.
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