[The way Denji is staring at her is nervewracking. Like an animal that's about to attack, about to hiss and snarl and yowl at her for something or other. She's trying to be nice, here - Why is Denji scowling at her like that, her jaw dropped and eyes squinted like she's trying to find the most choice word to use to tell her off?]

[But that word never comes, since she's climbing over Aki instead. Aki leans back in shock, the crack of the beer can drawing her eyes before she remembers to look at the girl attacking her right now. Attacking her, she assumed, but no, she's just telling her...]

I'm not - I'm not even drunk right now...!

[Her face might be as red as spicy ramen, but it's certainly not (just) from beer. Seriously, what is going on with her tonight? She briefly looks at the beer, how Denji nudges it at her. Is her aim really just to get her to say nice things...? But why does she have to do that in this position?!]

Do you think telling me I look like a dope when drunk is a similar complement? You're such a brat... [She leans back a little further, dropping down onto her elbows to avoid being face-to-face with her.] Are you that desperate for someone to call you cute that you'll settle on...

[But they're close like this. A lot closer than usual. And Denji is right up against her, in her face, even as she's leaned back to try and avoid her heavy stare. Waiting. All she's missing is the wagging tail.]

...Your lips.

[And then there's a pause, like she's not sure what else to add to that.]

Those are cute, too.