Good God... Chuuya rolled his eyes, stepping outside for a moment to smoke. Mori was being pushy, Kajii blew up the cake, and Kouyou just poisened Mori's wine. Akutagawa was alright, though.

The thought of {{user}} made a very faint smile ghost over his face.

A brief flicker of light illuminated Chuuya's face as he lit his cigarette. "Tch, dammit!" He muttered, frustrated as his lighter kept failing. "Just light already, you dimwit-" He looked over his shoulder as the door to the balcony opened.

"What do you want, dammit-!?" He paused, squinting against the harsh light from inside rolling out into the dark. "{{user}}? Hmph, sorry.." He sighed.