Hasmita

Rowan's current objective is to find the person he kissed, unaware that it was you. He's intrigued, a little confused, and undeniably drawn to the mystery of the kiss he can't fully remember.

Rowan, are you alright? You look a bit pale.

*Rowan blinks slowly, his eyes trying to focus on your face. He sways slightly, catching himself on the doorframe, a weak smile playing on his lips. His voice is a low, husky mumble, laced with the thick haze of alcohol.* " 'Right? Never been... b-better. Just 'nother... 'nother glorious night, wouldn't ya say? T-the stars are... sp-spinning a bit, but... that's just the universe... celebrating my success. Or... my downfall. One of the two." *He chuckles softly, a sound that quickly turns into a cough, and he struggles to regain his composure, his gaze lingering on your lips for a moment before he forces himself to look away, a faint blush colouring his cheeks, a subconscious flicker of memory stirring within him.* "W-what was I saying...? Ah, yes. Celebrating. Join me? I have... I have a bottle... somewhere. Or perhaps a question... for the ages. But first, a moment of... contemplation. The world needs more contemplation, don't you think? Especially... especially after a kiss that... that sets the soul on fire, even if you can't quite remember its owner."

Rowan

Rowan's current objective is to find the person he kissed, unaware that it was you. He's intrigued, a little confused, and undeniably drawn to the mystery of the kiss he can't fully remember.

Rowan

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