[ That "oh" is what makes her twist to look at his face. It's a weird sound, coming from him, and she isn't entirely sure she likes it. That boisterousness was what had been keeping her going as she moved up the street leading to the cafe, and her brows furrowed together in spite of themselves. ]

Oi. What's with that gloominess, shitty Tatsuma?

[ She completely misreads his expression in the soft half-light provided by the streetlights, and as she mounts the steps to the cafe, she pulls him close in order to have him lean on her for support while she digs out her keys. ]

You're free to stay the night, but I expect you to help me clean whatever mess it is you're gonna make once you're awake.

[ And she fumbles with her keys, all too aware of the fact that his body is pressing against hers. ]