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When the morning came, or rather, mid-afternoon, the Japanese man found himself in a strange bed surrounded by strange smells and hurting in more than one place. The contents of his stomach wanted to be emptied. At least they would if he had any contents other than the vile stomach acid, which is probably what was threatening to burn his esophagus as he got up and just stumbled his way to a bathroom. It didn't take him long to find it, and he did ignore his naked state in exchange for worshiping the porcelain god as soon as he woke up.

When all that was left was dry heaving and tears streamed down his face, the brunette knew he already regretted today. Waking up was absolutely a mess and he hated it. Just how much did he drink last night? No, Kazuo would rather not think about it. Instead he sank down and pressed his warm, flushed cheek to the coolness of the bathroom floor and laid there, shivering at the contrast.

Needless to say, Kazuo was hungover in some stranger's bedroom and he felt like he needed to get hit by a bus. Just put him out of his misery now. The man whimpered as he opened his eyes blearily, the light causing his headache to worsen even more. He needed to find his cloths. Just in a bit when he wasn't seeing three of everything and the room stopped spinning. Never again. He would never drink again. It wasn't worth it.

The mind was a tricky, tricky thing. Apparently Kazuo had dozed off enough to not hear Kraven get out of bed and do who knew what elsewhere in the house. The only real time the Japanese man came to was when he was touched and that caused him to jerk hard enough to nearly smash his head against the toilet he'd been worshiping earlier. A whimper was released at the loudness of the drums bashing in his ears and just hissed at the order. He was a grumpy, angry cat right now who wanted to just sleep on the floor under this... towel. How was this towel this big?

Kazuo's vision swam as he looked up at this... complete stranger who's name he didn't even remember right now. He pushed one of his hands to his eyes and just pushed on them, trying to relieve the pressure by any means. Hell, right now even a drill through his skull was a legitimate option.

Aspirin would help. With a hard sigh, and after a few minutes (yes, minutes, long, whiny, pouty minutes) he took the bottle and struggled with the child proof cap before he chunked it at the man and then popped a few in his mouth. He swallowed them dry before sitting up just enough to drink the water and then down he went again, glass tipped over on it's side as he stared at it, dark eyes focused on it.

"Who....? Where..?" What were words right now anyway?

He listened and just narrowed his eyes at the guy's tone and sighed.

Nope. Not one memory coming ....oh wait.

Yep. There they are. The memories flooded back to him after thinking about it. He'd met this a*****e at the bar and something goaded him into trying to outdrink him. Then there was the kisses that happened, but other than that first blast of cold air hitting him, Kazuo didn't remember how he got here. It was safe to assume that Kraven brought him here, and from the nakedness and the fact he was hurting in places he hadn't hurt in a really, really long time, they had a bit of fun.

His cheeks flushed at that thought and just pulled the towel over his face, rubbing it there for a minute to try to get rid of the greasy film that felt like it was coating his face. What was it a mix of sweat and just gross bedding? Ugh.

"....I think I'll just... Go home.." If he knew what direction home was. He squinted a bit and sat up again, towel pooling around him. He couldn't care if it was modest right now. He wanted to get home, clean, and away from people who wanted to hit on him.

It made him very nervous and made his face bright like Christmas lights. "...Where exactly? What part of town are we on?"

Okay so walking was out of the question. He flushed as there were suddenly huge hands upon his hips and Kazuo just kind of ducked his head and nodded. Okay, sure, trust the guy he apparently slept with after a drunken escapade. Yep. Why not. The shorter of the two knew he was going to kick himself in the a** for this later, but whatever. He slowly stumbled his way into the tub just to get away from the warmth of this tall brute of a man. No, Kazuo didn't need some awkward things happening now. He sat down with his legs drawn to his chest as he fixed the water. Then he drew the curtain, effectively cutting off his view of Kraven and just sat in the shower for a bit.

He was dizzy, even sitting, but he had to get home.

"...Thanks.."

It was quite, maybe not audible over the sound of running water, but it was basically all Kazuo say right now.

Kazuo hadn't even started his showering process yet when he heard the knock on the door and Kraven came in to put his things on the counter. Instead of really saying anything, the small man put his cheek to his knees and just soaked up the warmth of the water, letting his toes curl as he hugged his legs to his chest even tighter. If he wasn't careful, he could honestly fall asleep here.

That... would probably be bad. So, he slowly reached out for the soap and started his scrubbing, starting with his face.

In total, it only took him a few minutes to get clean, but close to half an hour to actually work his way to get out of the shower and dressed. He wandered out in his clothes, towel over his head, and not looking up. He was bare foot still, hair dripping as he made his way to the bed. Snatching his shoes up, he slipped them on without even looking for his socks and just sighed hard.

Yes, Kazuo was typically very quiet and polite. If he didn't have a reason to scream he wouldn't. He was slowly coming to grips with the fact he couldn't control what happened last night, but he could control this morning and the rest of his day, at least.

"Thank you," he half whispered again, not even sure if the monster of a man was even in the room.

There were hands on the towel on his head and Kazuo couldn't muster up the energy to protest. So he stayed still and let the other dry his hair. It wasn't the proper way to dry it, but strength wasn't something he had right now. No, he wanted to sleep more and curl up in a dark, freezing cold room under a thick blanket. God, he wished he'd soundproofed his room when he had the chance. Living in the part of town he did, it was all noise all the time. Ugh, one day the soundproofing would happen and he would just sleep for years. Screw his job. It was a damn good thing he had off the ext couple of days in a row.

He hadn't really meant to be as silent as he was, but his head was still killing him and he was trying to keep noise to an absolute minimum. Finally the other knelt in front of him and his eyes snapped to the other and he blinked before rubbing his eyes and sighed. "No," he murmured at the question, wincing as his own voice was too loud for his head.

"Headache. Hurts. Words hurt." He puffed a little more and just proceeded to pull the towel off his head and held it out to him. "Need to get home, sleep it off."

Staying here might have set off alarm bells in his head if he were actually in a caring mood. Instead he just toed off his shoes again and then rubbed at his nose before taking the phone. After punching in the number he thought was his cell number, Kazuo literally just flopped back and pulled the nearest thing over his head. He would normally feel really bad kicking someone out of their own house, only he wasn't kicking Kraven out, it was his own idea. "Make it cold?" Open a window, make it snow, something. It was hot and he wanted the coldness to wash over him, especially if he actually manged to get under a blanket and poke his bare foot out.

With that request, he almost immediately slipped into dreamland, uncaring what actually happened now. His body was limp and lax and his breathing deep.