Denji was usually needy when it came to jocie, following them around- always weeping for attention, but today that seemed to intensify and it was obvious why. Denji was about as drunk as he could get with a bottle of whiskey. Even a touch from them would get him riled up, and jocie knew he was at their vow, Their command all of the time like a puppy. Even after he threw up around a quarter of what he had drank, he still stayed close, even hazy he was at their call. They felt him hiccuped leaning on them- caressing their arm as he just appreciated them.