Kuro Suisen - FIFTEEN- - - - - - - - - -Kuro Suisen - FIFTEEN by writingISmyART
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Toshiro felt the cold travel from his fingertips to the cup in his hand, cooling the small bit of liquid left at the bottom of it. He lifted the cup to his lips and swallowed the last of the terrible drink, unable to stop the weird face he made when the liquid burned down his esophagus. With a sigh, he pressed the cold, empty cup to one of his throbbing temples, hoping it would help some with the headache he couldn't seem to get rid of.
How long had it been since he had tasted alcohol? At least a decade by his count. Maybe even two. He hated Sake. It was a vile drink that clouded his head and effected his judgment. Now here he was, leaning back in his desk chair, dipping into Matsumoto's private stash. Oh how far he had fallen.
Karin was asleep on the couch. Again. Not that he blamed her. She clearly needed time to recover. Every time she awoke, something new seemed to blow up in her face. It was a wonder she hadn't completely self