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Kazuo watched Kraven down his drink in one go and just tilted his head and squinted. "I can do that. Give me another drink. I'll show you who's a runt." So he couldn't process alcohol well, big deal. He could at least do another shot. Though it could prove fairly dangerous since Kazuo doesn't remember doing the first one he'd done.

"Laugh it up, giant ....zombie man, but I'm gonna drink you through.." He knocked on the bar top and just giggled to himself. Well, he couldn't even finish his threat with a straight face.

"********. You buddy," he managed to get out before the next round of shots were put in front of them. "I am twenty-two.. 'n 'm Za.. Kazuo." Yes, he was stumbling on everything he said, including his name. He looked at the glass and puffed his cheeks out with a hard sigh before wrinkling his nose. He wasn't going to die. There would be no paramedics. Sighing deeply once more, the Japanese man did the next shot and let out a shuddering groan. It was just as gross as the first shot of this ...whatever it was. Wrinkling his nose again, Kazuo fished for his wallet in his pants. Or he tried too, but he was leaning hard to one side, threatening to tip over. "Gotta pay..."

Before he knew it, Kazuo was grabbed and sat upright. He blinked slowly and tilted his head to the side before looking up at Kraven, who was slamming money on the counter and it made him wince. Sighing, he just scooted closer to Kraven and leaned on the man heavily with a little laugh.

"Combination for crazy and raven?" He muttered out, giggling to himself very much like a drunken school boy.

Kazuo looked up at the multiple Kraven's and just squinted at him, laughing a little more and then broke down into snickers. Trying to pull himself together, the shorter boy hopped off his bar stool and then stumbled, leaning on it hard with a grunt. "Oop..." He laughed a little more and rubbed his face before trying to right himself.

"Uh.. 'm gonna... go. 's too hot.." He was tugging at his shirt, trying to get it off as he half stumbled, half fell his way towards the door.

Kazuo grunted as he looked at the other, squinting at him hard. Could he make it home? He thought about it for a minute, a very long, drawn out minute with his eyes closed and a bit of swaying. Anyone looking at him would say he fell asleep on his feet, and he actually might have. But something made him snap back to attention and he looked up, and up, and up at Kraven before huffing.

"I dunno.."

These short jokes didn't really bother him as much as they should, probably. He was fairly secure with his small stature. He could do things others couldn't! These were the thoughts going through the drunken man's head before he suddenly felt a pair of lips on his own.

They were chapped and warm and tasted heavily of whatever the other had been drinking but Kazuo found himself responding with enthusiasm. He made a content noise in his throat and went so far as to step closer and take a deep breath. Which, ultimately was a bad idea, because he smelled the gross stench of the bar around him and all the liquors mixing which made his stomach churn. He had to pull away with a flustered huff and then just tried to walk past him to get out of the bar, finally.

Of course that meant he got hit with a wall of cold air which made him squeak and shiver, pulling his hoodie over him, drawing the strings so the edge covered his eyes a bit. "COLD."

Kazuo let out a hard yelp when his hoodie was suddenly grabbed and his face was once more exposed. He was about to start a lecture about not doing that when he was kissed again ad the wind was blocked by a very large, warm face. Then there was a warm jacket eating him and Kazuo thought it wasn't a bad way to die. At least he'd be warm. He let out a contented sigh and then blinked his large brown eyes when he was kissed again. Why? Why did that keep happening? He squinted after the taller man and reluctantly started following him, no question as to where they were going.