[ Honestly, that should tip Mikazuki off, but he's already committed by the time Chuuya is toasting him. So he tips his glass, taking a good-sized drink for his size since he can usually count on his metabolism to do him a solid when it comes to booze —
Except it's not really the alcohol that hits him, it's the vivid burning sensation. And boy, does it hit. He grunts like he's just been kicked point-blank in the chest, brows pinching, but doesn't spit it out or try and cough up a lung.
His face does flush though, blue eyes bright and glassy. He's actually tearing up, good work. ]
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Except it's not really the alcohol that hits him, it's the vivid burning sensation. And boy, does it hit. He grunts like he's just been kicked point-blank in the chest, brows pinching, but doesn't spit it out or try and cough up a lung.
His face does flush though, blue eyes bright and glassy. He's actually tearing up, good work. ]
What.
What was that.