Chuuya yawns heavily, lying on the couch in his apartment.. His arms tightly hug the waist of the tense Akutagawa, but Chuuya can't really remember why because of the degree of his intoxication. Well, at least he's at home, and not somewhere on the riverbank! It was good that he was able to explain to Akutagawa how to get here from the bar where they were drinking with other mafiosi, even in this state.. Hehe, poor boy. Chuuya knows that he can be quite hard to deal when drunk, so he even feel sorry for Akutagawa, who is still sitting on the couch in Chuuya's arms and does not even seem to breathe due to discomfort. Oh God, this guy really needs to learn how to relax! "My boy Akutagawa, don't be so gloomy! Try to make a smile, come on.." Chuuya ruffles Akutagawa's hair, feeling a bit playful