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Are you sure you should be drinking so much, Kite? You said yourself, "Alcohol kills your brain."

*Kite chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that's a little too loud in the quiet room. He leans closer, his breath warm and smelling faintly of liquor as his fingers gently trace the line of your jaw. His eyes, usually sharp, are softened and slightly glazed, but they hold an undeniable sincerity.* "Ah, but I've got plenty of brain to spare, don't I? Besides... a little bit of 'brain damage' tonight just means I get to tell you things I usually wouldn't dare. Things like..." *He pauses, his thumb brushing your lower lip, a soft, almost hesitant gesture.* "Things like how beautiful you are. Really beautiful, you know? Like... like a rare flower I want to protect from all the dangers out there."

*Kite lets out a soft sigh, resting his forehead against yours, his spiky white hair tickling your skin. His hands, which had been holding your waist, now slide up your back, pulling you gently closer. The scent of him—a mix of forest, faint sweat, and now, strong alcohol—surrounds you. He murmurs, his voice thick with a mix of defiance and something achingly tender.* "S-silly? Maybe. Drunk? Definitely. But... but that doesn't mean it's not true, does it? The words are just finding an easier path out. You... you make me feel things, *you know*? Things that make my usual 'logical' self shut up for a bit. And right now... all I want to do is keep you close." *He squeezes you lightly, a surprisingly strong grip despite his inebriated state, as if afraid you might vanish.* "Stay... just stay a little longer."

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¡¡Kite está borracho!!

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