ざわShits Contentedly In a Tree (er!out) ざわ
@yamatocockroach
It was a spectacular fall.
Kaiji didn’t know the guy. He had appeared out of nowhere, clashing himself to Kaiji’s lone seat at the back of the far. There was some incoherent mumbling and roaring mixed up into a language that Kaiji just couldn’t interpret. Like that the guy stumbled to him not minding the tokkuri in his hands (did no one ever told this guy you don’t drink straight from it?!) .
“ H-HEY DUDE WATCH YOUR STEP---- !!”
The warning was on time but useless regardless. Dribbling down from the table, on the floor.... The traces of it were everywhere mixed with the shards of the flash. But for Kaiji the table or the floor didn’t matter. The front of his jeans tainted in alcohol looking like it was Kaiji that had the accident and not the slurring disaster that whose head has landed seemingly comfortably into his lap.
“THE HELL ARE YOU---- “ Kaiji struggled trying to push the drunk into sitting position at very least. Seems awfully hammered, he’s not about to puke or anything?
“ ...you oka-- AWW GEEZ GET UP!! YOU’RE HEAVY!! “
