“Ugh, you reek of alcohol, how much have you had to drink?” She stood over Masamune, a soft scowl on her face before looking to Akihime. “Sorry Otani, had I known this would’ve happened I wouldn’t have left.”
Yukimura could hardly stand, leaning against Akihime’s shoulder, doing his best to walk.
Yukimura could hardly stand, leaning against Akihime’s shoulder, doing his best to walk.