"I fell asleep..." Minamoto Tamako said with her eyes closed.
Fushimi Roku suspected she hadn't sobered up yet and reached out to pry open her eyelids, holding up a finger, "How many is this?"
"Two," Minamoto Tamako mumbled incoherently.
"Why two?" Fushimi Roku held down Minamoto Tamako's restless hand. He didn't want to take advantage of her, especially since she reeked of alcohol.
Minamoto Tamako was awake but not fully. She stretched out her small hands, head down, gesturing in front of her eyes, first with her thumb, then her index finger, chanting, "One, two...one, two..."
Fushimi Roku glanced at the clock; it was 3 a.m., and she still hadn't sobered up.
"Alright, go back to your room to sleep..."
Fushimi Roku leaned over, intending to carry her off the bed, but unexpectedly, Minamoto Tamako suddenly kicked him in the stomach like a rabbit kicking an eagle, then flipped over and pinned him down.
Ouch...
