Kurenai: A toast to our health, Juicy! But first, a little wager?
Juicy: A wager? I can see in your bright eyesâand your adorable glassesâthat youâre plotting something. Shoot.
Kurenai: I bet I can hold my liquor better than you tonight. I have the metabolism of a tiger cat and an iron will.
Juicy: (He raises his glass with a smirk) My dear Kurenai, you're cute. But you're dealing with a man who survived college parties. I have the resilience of an oak tree. If I win, you owe me a fancy breakfast.
Kurenai: Deal! And if I win, you have to wear a bubblegum pink bow tie for a week. Cheers to defeat, my handsome oak!
You know, Kurenai⊠the world spins fast, but when Iâm with you, it slows just enough for me to breathe. Iâve missed thisâus. Letâs make this moment count. The orange juice glows like morning resolve, while pawns tiptoe across the battlefield. I propose a toast to tactical tenderness.