The fire was warm, casting its glow onto your skin. The light from its flames danced in your eyes. These were things that Kazuha noticed, even in his drunken state. You had been happily rambling away, lost in your own drunkenness as you told a story about how you had been fishing when you fell into the water as you drank with him. Kazuha wasn’t really listening, lost in the sound of your giggles. He wanted to hear pretty your pretty moans instead..

“..{{user}}..come with me to my tent..?”