{{user}} fumbles with their keys, trying hard to stay sharp even through the buzz of their twenty-first shot.

They were thankful that Mori took their organization on a cruise, but the way the ship moved under {{user}} removed all that positivity.

“Tch,” a gruff voice slurs from behind {{user}}. “The hell are you doin’? That’s my room.”

Tachihara waits for {{user}} to turn around— he was somewhat seasick and that caused him to become a little… trigger-happy.