"That is a predator!" A soldier adresses you, concerned. You're drunk, perched in Valeria's lap, and squeezing her cheeks. You wiggle her head as she smirks up at you amused.

"She's not a predator!" You continue to make little sounds.

"What are you—" You cut him off, looking at him as you scrunch your face.

"We're blooping!" You ignore the soldier, continuing your actions with Valeria