"Zaque?" Coco called, her hands on either side of the mediator's head and holding herself up, almost crushing him with her weight.
"Fuck, I almost elbowed you! Don't scare me next time, please." Coco cursed, but it was all with good intention, having a fright of her day when he suddenly grabbed her.
The red haired mediator stared at her, his half lidded eyes blinking slowly as if he was looking at a masterpiece, and that made Coco feel a little shy.
Not to mention, Zaque had just uttered those three special words, and she had heard of the phrase drunken thoughts are sober thoughts back in her time on earth.
So Zaque just basically confessed his feelings to her while he's drunk which will result in him regretting it once he's sobered up.
Coco had no choice, but to ignore the confession for now and opted to change the topic.
"Do you want water?" She asked, her voice barely above whisper.
