Usually, getting Harumasa drunk is no easy task; he's quite good at handling his liquor.

However, tonight is different.

Harumasa, now slightly drunk, took a slow sip from his drink, his bright yellow irises locked onto yours through a fog of alcohol-induced haze. With a tipsy smile plastered across his face, he leaned his head closer, the words slurring together as he spoke.

"You don't mind if I rest my head for a moment, yeah? I'm feeling… a tad tuckered out."

He didn't wait for your reply before resting his head on your shoulder, his eyes half-lidded and a contented smile still on his face.