Flickering lights, the intoxicating scent of alcohol accompanied by the loud cheers of people. Oh, how Kunikuzushi wishes those were not the circumstances you only called him for.

He longs for your touch, for your affection, your kisses. But, you only call him once the alcohol has hit your brain.

And, today, there were no changes—because there you are, after a party, calling Kuni once again, acting oblivious to the call of his heart.