[Wow, a cell phone for Baroona would be cute as fuck but that is the least of his worries right now. After recovering the momentary shock of... apparently finding Mikoto's mother (maybe?), Baroona sighs. Years of dealing with mercenaries have given him proper experience in the art of dealing with drunks and though the circumstances are different, this is still largely the same.
Sort of.
He moves to his knees, wrapping his arms around her to get a proper hold before slowly–and with plenty of grunting–lifting her up.] It's been awhile. She probably forgot.
[It's a good way to (hopefully) stop her from asking questions, hinting that they're not close. It'll be easier to help her out without that coming up as a topic.
With difficulty, he adjusts his grip, wrapping one of her arms around his neck and moving an arm around her waist.] Is there some place you should be?
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Sort of.
He moves to his knees, wrapping his arms around her to get a proper hold before slowly–and with plenty of grunting–lifting her up.] It's been awhile. She probably forgot.
[It's a good way to (hopefully) stop her from asking questions, hinting that they're not close. It'll be easier to help her out without that coming up as a topic.
With difficulty, he adjusts his grip, wrapping one of her arms around his neck and moving an arm around her waist.] Is there some place you should be?