[He recognized the effects quickly enough. The warm feelings, the desire for physical contact... how strange that he would feel this, though, when he hadn't recently had any of that drink.
... he can't say that he terribly minds, though. It's oftentimes difficult for him to conjure up sincere positive emotions, and this... just happened to do it for him. For a time, the negative feelings and doubts that plagued his mind would be blessedly absent. Or at least... they wouldn't be quite so overwhelming. (And sometimes, even then, they would still overpower him.)
His thoughts eventually drift to Akira, as they're wont to do while he's in this state, and he can't help but think of how things went last time. He was sorely embarrassed in the morning, but he could care less about that particular point, at the moment. All he cared about, really, was how safe and welcome he had felt in Akira's arms...
... and he really ought to pay more attention to where he's going instead of letting his affection-hazed mind wander, because when he turns the corner he actually manages to bump into someone. His eyes immediately widen and instinctively, his hand shoots out to grab their shoulder, even though he hadn't bumped very hard into the person at all.
He opens his mouth, abruptly closes it, then takes out his device with his free hand— his left— and types up a message.]
Closed to Kurama, Akira
... he can't say that he terribly minds, though. It's oftentimes difficult for him to conjure up sincere positive emotions, and this... just happened to do it for him. For a time, the negative feelings and doubts that plagued his mind would be blessedly absent. Or at least... they wouldn't be quite so overwhelming. (And sometimes, even then, they would still overpower him.)
His thoughts eventually drift to Akira, as they're wont to do while he's in this state, and he can't help but think of how things went last time. He was sorely embarrassed in the morning, but he could care less about that particular point, at the moment. All he cared about, really, was how safe and welcome he had felt in Akira's arms...
... and he really ought to pay more attention to where he's going instead of letting his affection-hazed mind wander, because when he turns the corner he actually manages to bump into someone. His eyes immediately widen and instinctively, his hand shoots out to grab their shoulder, even though he hadn't bumped very hard into the person at all.
He opens his mouth, abruptly closes it, then takes out his device with his free hand— his left— and types up a message.]
Sorry! That was careless of me.