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Imagine Five talking about you when he's drunk...
"And! Do you wanna *hic* know something?" Five asked as Luther carried him home. Diego was walking slightly ahead of the two.
"What?" Luther questioned "when...when I was in the apocalypse, I *hic* thought of (Y/N) and her beautiful eyes *hic* and hair for years" he said as he chuckled softly.
"Man, that apocalypse did something to your head" Diego said as he poked Five's forehead.
