[Fortunately for L, the sheer amount of sensory input its alcohol-damaged processors are having to sort through at the moment is such that he is able to catch it by surprise. It wobbles, and then entirely collapses, dragging L with it-- it never releases the fingers in his hair, though they do loosen with its surprise.
It snarls at him, a vocalization entirely unsuited to the typically calm, suave machine; but there is very little machine at all left within it at this moment. The body it wears has taken control, and the emotion underneath, its outrage at someone who had seemed so determined for it to serve its intended purpose now attempting to force it into submission, is too much for it to bear.
It tries to right itself again, to pick itself up on the couch's edge, but it's too uncoordinated to make it very far.]
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It snarls at him, a vocalization entirely unsuited to the typically calm, suave machine; but there is very little machine at all left within it at this moment. The body it wears has taken control, and the emotion underneath, its outrage at someone who had seemed so determined for it to serve its intended purpose now attempting to force it into submission, is too much for it to bear.
It tries to right itself again, to pick itself up on the couch's edge, but it's too uncoordinated to make it very far.]