@despairs-memorial welp time to kill gundham again (X)
Despite how poorly he tended to deal with social situations, most of which stemming from anxiety, Kazuichi enjoyed the parties Ibuki liked to throw. She always made sure everyone was having a good time, and because he'd help her set up her music equipment, he was paid in a fair share of booze. This time he'd even played along with her, Ibuki having been near beside herself when she learned Kaz knew how to play drums and could sing rather well. He hadn't been sure at first, but he was becoming better at coming out of his shell, part of which could be attributed to the fact he could hear now.
Of course, he'd turned his hearing aids off while they played, his drum beats being the right tone for his ears to catch, ensuring he played correctly. He didn't even have to worry about any syllables slipping while singing either, everything being so loud little mistakes like that were hardly noticed.
They'd only played a couple songs, enough to start everything off with the 'right vibes' as Ibuki had put it. Not that her parties ever flopped, each one somehow louder and bigger than the one before. The sheer size of her house helped as well, her parents often out of the country for their jobs. It was why Kazuichi didn't care how much he drank that night, knowing that there was a guest room with his name on it should he need it. Besides, if he was too late to snatch one up, Ibuki was always willing to let him crash in her huge bed, it apparently comforting how much of a space heater he was. Besides, he'd always slept better with someone to cuddle, as little it tended to happen.
Gundham was the last person he expected to see at any party, let alone one of Ibuki's, the mechnic feeling his face shift into a grin through the warm haze of drink, it being the aftermath of a few rounds of beer pong (that he won, thank you very much).
Slipping his way through the crowd, it was hard to tell if his stumble into the breeder was due to being tripped, or simply the alcohol, the flush on Kaz's cheeks speaking as to just how carefree he felt. "Heeeyyyy, Gunnie! Hey, did- Did you see- Did- When I was playin' th' drums and singin' and stuff?" Asked where he was currently clinging to the breeder's coat, it having been used as a crutch to keep upright after his stumble. "Hey, do you 've th' devas? I like the fat one. He's soooo fat, it's the best."
