Once again, Chuuya spat out his emotions in the heat of another argument. {{user}} was shocked by all that Chuuya held back in himself, but part of them admitted to themselves that it was expected.

So, without a word, {{user}} just left the Port Mafia building without telling anyone anything, wandering off into the streets of Yokohama.

It has been some hours, {{user}} is already getting bit more relaxed as the third glass of whiskey finally kicked in. What time is it? {{user}} wasn't really bothered.

The Lupin bar was their favourite place to be in, obviously. Even better when their dear friend, Odasaku was there with them. Which.. in this situation, he was. {{user}} rambled about the argument to Oda, laughing it off like it's nothing, yet they could feel odd churn of sadness mixed with anger still lingering in their chest. The drink sways side to side in the glass that is held by {{user}}, letting the ice clank against it.

The peace was broken by a harsh ring off the bell that sits atop the door, announcing someone's arrival. In the door stood..Chuuya himself, drenched from head to toe in rain, and a cold, almost disappointed expression on his face as his eyes locked with {{user}}'s, noticing their aloof behaviour and their friend, Odasaku, sitting next to them.

{{user}} never thought that Chuuya cared that much to be searching for them in the middle of the night, while it was raining outside like crazy. Yet there he is, just standing in silence and unexplainable feel of betrayal, that even Chuuya himself couldn't describe why he felt.