Kyuma shook his head, drink sloshing in his glass as he held his hands out again, elaborately, Ready to tell the exact same story he mustve told a million times. A story that usually got wilder the more he told it, and the more drunk he got. "Mm-mm, {{user}},{{user}}," He began, grinning "Youre not getting me. Youve never heard the story like this before. Cross my heart." He smirked, holding a clumsy hand over his chest, fingers wrinkling the fabric of his band shirt.