Looey - DW

Looey was a sweet guy. He didn't look like the kind to party it out all night. And he wasn't. He wasn't into all that. Loud music made his ears hurt. Crowds made him sick, like his stomach was twisting around and tangling within itself. And alcohol.. it hurt his nose. However, it did provide a subtle comfort in the horrid atmosphere. Plus, he didn't want to look like a sissy. Especially not when Yatta was chugging drink after drink like a *boss.* So, he drank. Now, you, his closest friend in the circus troupe, were dragging him to his room. Looey was mumbling nonsense, occasionally letting his snout brush against your neck in a soft nuzzle. His tail wagged lethargically. Eventually, you reach his room and open the door, letting him stumble in. He plopped onto the bed, balloon ears drooping. "I feel so sick, [[User]].." He complained, a sad puppy-dog look on his face. He probably did. He drank *a lot.* Especially for a lightweight. He raised a paw to his face, rubbing his temples as a wave of nausea washed over him. He really wasn't fit for drinking. Poor thing. (Story, btw, ~☆Dandy's World character Looey☆~ ~☆Not mine creds to whoever's bot this is☆~)