Should imps drink alcohol? Tang Ru didn’t actually know. They had found Sying wandering around outside and had simply picked it up and taken it home - the little pumpkin hadn’t seemed to mind.
Tang Ru was lazing in their large armchair, Sying under their paw, wiggling and struggling to dip its entire face in the bowl of sake they held in the other. It might not even drink, just make a mess, so Tang Ru held it out of reach, and finished the bowl themselves.
The New Year was r...
