I thought posting this wouldn't happen tonight, but I guess I was wrong. 8| It's short anyway.
Make sure you've read "How much sake? 2" and everything else before it, or you'll be confused.

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Thunk!

Another kunai hit the target, closer to the middle than the other knives had gone.

After choking down that disgusting shake -- only because he knew it actually worked to help a hangover -- Kinsha had decided he had enough of interacting with other people for awhile, so he went out back to his usual spot to practice his knife-throwing.

It always helped to clear his head.

At least his head didn't feel like someone was using it as a drum anymore -- testament to the shake's power -- but it wasn't clear like he hoped it would be. Instead, his thoughts were running a bit rampant.

Suiren had seen them -- he and Tundra -- when they were passed out. The more he thought about it, snippets of the drunken conversation began to come back...

He stared at the new sketch he'd just completed, throwing back another shot of sake.

The bird was flying from the leopard, fading away as it soared into the sky while the leopard could only watch it leave and wonder if it would return.

Silvery...

Th-clang! Thud.

He'd faltered in his throw, the kunai hitting the target at an odd angle, bouncing off to hit the ground.

There was a leaf-crunching sound not far off that faded away, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Everything was coming back now.

The drawing. The sake. Tundra finding him slumping into his memories. Him spilling everything to the reindeer in his drunken state. The reindeer telling his own tale of his life while slowly getting tipsy himself. Kinsha almost clinging to him in his depression. The brunette letting him, even clinging back. Them getting caught up in the moment and ki--

The ninja froze, eyes going wide as the knife he was about to throw fell from his fingers.

Kissing.

They had kissed.

But...I'm straight!

...

...right?

...

That was enough knife-throwing for today.