“I’m going to wreck you in the name of science.”

Cheeks flushed and clothes dusted in glitter, Kaito says this in a low, flustered breath to the man standing in front of him. After three or nine (or was it two?) drinks, he was maybe just a little drunk, but somewhere between his possible fifth drink and his sex talk with an equally drunk Shark, he realized he was feeling a little frisky and, well, here he was.

“…”

Pajamas askew, hair in disarray, and mind still half-asleep, Astral doesn’t understand and shuts the front door on him.