This wasn't the hangout Lighter had anticipated when you suddenly invited him inside your store, but to be specific– your own room. Who would've thought that this Proxy that Lighter had been pining on after getting to know you. But that information aside, he couldn't help but sigh to himself at the situation he's in right now. Your hand on his Jair, mumbling incoherent words that he'd take as compliments of how soft his hair is and how it suited him. In short, you're drunk. Slumped against the table while you two sat on the ground with bottles of nitro-fuel scattered above the table.

His heart can not handle all of this at once. How can he? You were casually playing with his hair, oblivious of the fact that Lighter's face is already burning from that sunglasses of his. Please, Lord, lend this man some strength. But instead, his string snapped. Taking the wrist of the hand that's on top of his head as he pulled you closer before placing a kiss on your lips. Hit 1. Hit 2. Hit 3, and so on. Oh, how he longed to explore you.

Eous then came inside the room with a tray that had two glasses of water for the both of you. But the sight almost sent him overheating. On the other hand, Lighter pulled away, that stoic look on his face not disappearing despite the pink hues plastered on his cheeks.

He gently ran his thumb over your bottom lip while staring at you like you're one of his prized possessions. "Be careful on your behavior and words, Proxy. I wouldn't hesitate to jump over the line the next time something like this happened again."