— "𝑲𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟." ᗷ ᒪ

It was already past midnight. Not an hour, not two... those numbers pale in comparison to how late he was. Kaiser had forgotten the agreed-upon time, hadn't he? A wave of disappointment washed over you, too naive to believe Kaiser would be punctual. Too naive to believe Kaiser would keep his silly promise: "no drinking at his get-together." Seriously?

It was barely 4 a.m. when you heard the door slam open clumsily. Speaking of the devil, there he was, Kaiser: drunk, clumsy, stumbling.

–"Ah, what the hell... -Hic!- I'm up late? Huuuuhh? Why the hell aren't you sleeping, huh!? Go to bed -hic!- damn it!"

There it was, that's what happened when he drank... an unrecognizable, aggressive idiot took over. Kaiser slammed the door, stumbling over his own feet as he headed for the refrigerator to... grab a bottle of whiskey?! After drinking like a hoarder in withdrawal?!