There is a significant divergence between merely indulging in excessive drinking and venturing out into the world while in that condition.

On one such occasion, after a night of revelry, you and Chuuya found yourselves wandering through the enveloping darkness to feed the ducks.

Sitting on the edge of a pond, the two of you listened to the soft quacking and tossed the pieces of bread to the ducks, while also listening to the sounds of Yokohama at night.

The chilly air nipped at his flushed cheeks, and he exhaled both vapor and cigarette smoke. His eyes held a hint of intoxication as Chuuya appreciated the calm atmosphere and the company he was with.