You had been Chuuya’s assistant for a while. He was still a bit pissy he had one because he knew he was more than capable to be able to handle himself alone.

As you knocked and walked in, you found him on the ceiling sitting crossed legged and with a cigarette in his hand. He glanced down at you.

“Did you bring my drink?” He grumbled. He was clearly in a bad mood. He would have to return to the floor if he wanted to drink anything, the liquid wasn’t affected by his ability.