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Ouch. He knew it was a joke, but definetely not a funny one. Shiron looked at her face and smiled, a genuine, happy smile. "It's fine. I know we're not like... close close, but I still think you're a good friend." Hopefully that would make her feel at least a little bit better. Comforting...

"I can shoot water from my body, does that count?" It didn't. Shiron whined, like a child who was denied a new toy, and simply looked at the sky above them, mesmerized. Vix had a point, and to be fair he was looking for an opportunity to talk with her. Better now than never. "...Hey, Vix. It's...

Shiron snorted. She was funnier than he remembered. Or maybe he was too drunk. It might have been both. "If that's your idea of asking someone, it's terrible. Either we go home or we just... vibe until I feel more sober?" he shrugged. "Your choice, buddy, roomie, and all that jazz."

"I'll be honest. I have no clue where I am right now, and everything's spinning..." Shiron's head seemd to move out of his control as he said so. "K-Kinda wanna have another one..."

Shiron stumbled back, falling on his rear. He blinked, tilting his head. "O-Oh, V-Vix... that's you, right?" He immediately sniffed his own, alcoholic breaht and covered his mouth, blushing in embarassment. Hopefully it would be before Vix noticed it. Or maybe he would be unlucky enough to get...

Shiron thought he was well enough to get back to his dorm after drinking, but to his shock, he dound out that it was all too spinny for his tastes, and so he tried to walk, or rather, stumble across the village, not really sure where he was going, or who was seeing him like that. This stroll...

"I should get back to the dorm," Shiron nodded, yawning again. "This was fun, though, so feel free to hit me up if you want to do this again."

"To abandoning humanity! I guess..." Shiron raised his glass, clicking it with Soda's before drinking the rest of it. After finishing with it, he put the glass down, and stared at it. "Well, uh, thanks for the chat. You're a nice guy."

Instead of answering, Shiron took another drink, slowly putting it down, before letting out a hiccup. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Fair, fair. Don't really have anyone to return to, anyway. Bad parents, no friends, that sorta deal. Kinda makes it hard to miss home. At least here I can do...

"Oh." Shiron looked down. Part of him wondered if the same would happen to him, but this situation wasn't permanent... he would go back home, to that place, with those people. He took a moment to look at himself and sighed. "...I'm not sure myself. I still remember where I come from, I...

Shiron waited for him to answer, rubbing his arm and forcing a sheepish smile, a bit embarassed of having asked the question, but there wasn't really a way to turn it back now. "Oh? O-Okay," he sighed in relief. "Sorry for asking, I got curious. It's fine if you don't know."

"I... see," Shiron held the glass of his drink and drinked a bit of it again, putting it down. "If you don't mind me asking... do you miss being a human?"

"I'm fine now, it was a shock. Out of nowhere I could shoot water out of my hands and--" Shiron's eyes widened after he understood what Soda meant. "Wait, you're human too? Whoa. First time I'm talking to anyone like me."

"Uh, yeah. I'm a human," Shiron raised a brow, pointing to his body. "Still feels a bit weird looking like this, but I don't really mind. It's quite comfortable, to be honest. Except I'm not a great swimmer, ironically."

"I figured," Shiron grumbled. "Feels like I'm burning most of my braincells on this one, and it's not really working. I mean, there has to be something I can do to help. Something within my limits. Maybe I'll just ask someone to help with this one, it's obviously not a one-man job."

Shiron took another, longer sip of the drink and hiccuped, putting the glass back on the table before answering. "No idea, but if I were to guess, someone stealthy would be reasonable. Or maybe Giovanni is just screwing with us for no reason." He shrugged, sipping again. "It's... it's hard and...

"You're right, you're right." Shiron took a sip of the drink and cringed immediately, before taking another one. This time he didn't react much, other than wiping off some of it that was around his face. "I just... I just worry too much, y'know? At least things are getting better, I think."

"...You're right," Shiron rubbed the back of his head, smiling. "I don't usually do this, though. But anyway..." Shiron tapped his finger on the table and continued. "I just felt a bit useless when, y'know, half the team died. Took me a while to get back on track, and I managed to keep it...

"I'm not exactly the best when it comes to searching for a spy, so I'm leaving that to the experts," Shiron shrugged, sighing. "I probably just wanted some time out, haven't even spoken to my roomie yet, or maybe I just wanted to drink my sadness away? It's complicated."

"I'm not much of a drinker, to be honest. Didn't do much back home, but it's enjoyable." Shiron glanced at the drink from the menu, and his eyes sparkled. Something about it seemed rjght. "That looks good, what is it made of?"