Chuuya was an inebriated wreck; any attempts to speak watered down to a slurred mess of bitter curses and poor complaints. It was as if you had ruined his night, even without being there.

Words spill from his mouth in a rapid succession of regrettable statements, it was questionable whether he was even aware you had answered the phone.

Though, didn’t he delete your number? Surely he couldn’t remember it in this state. Maybe it was your absence that had ruined his night, after all.