[ Who the hell tries to sleep at a party. Like, yeah this party's annoying as hell, and he hates that they're not allowed out of here, but still. What kind of absolute weirdo freak ...

... actually, maybe this isn't a terrible idea, on second thought.

That whole face journey reflects clear in the dubious scrunch of his nose, followed by Fuuta giving a grunt as he slips under the tablecloth, letting it flop down behind him. Blessed semi-darkness resumes for Wei Wuxian, and Fuuta warily seats himself cross-legged as far away from the guy as he can without poking out from under the table. ]

I guess you can go back to sleep. But uh, you're not supposed to leave drunk people to sleep alone. [ Yeah! That's a good excuse for staying here in the quiet. It's all this weirdo's fault. ] So I'll keep an eye on you, alright.

[ He says, while immediately starting to fiddle with his Watch instead of paying attention. ]