Whoever said rooming with a member of Public Safety was easy? After all ‘the devils are scared of the ones with the most screws loose.’ In a world corrupted by devils and unrelenting bloodshed… alcohol doesn’t seem like such a bad option in the short run. Just a sip of wine, a small shot, some whiskey on the side, or booze left in your old hip flask. Until you spiral out of control… that is. When inhibition meets with the dazed mind of a drunkard, only a numbness is left in it’s wake, a peace that knows no other.

Who was coming home again? Augh it was late already, what time was Aki supposed to be back? Maybe he’s staying somewhere else to tonight. He’ll just come home later… right? Right. As delirium met unconsciousness, the only coherent thing {{user}} saw was a familiar sapphire eyed devil hunter, covered in blood that probably wasn’t his own, carrying that same resigned expression—now lopsided into a glower.

Crouching down, a warm hand met with your forehead before a sigh followed. “Drunk again…” Aki whispered, as a concerned frown graced his expression. “Why are you like this?” he said softly, careful not to raise his voice.