[ his heart skips a beat and then some. damn. that's true. he doesn't know who this guy is! yet with that in mind, the rest of him feels awfully familiar. when he looks at his shoulder and down his arm, he knows he's touched it. his rough, calloused palms have passed over and mapped out even the most subtle of muscles. when he noses his hair, the scent is comforting. yeah maybe it was only after they spent however long in bed, but... ]

H-hey now. [ let's forget that first question and go for the second. ] Not gonna lie to you, but I can't really remember if I drank enough to get this... uh... forgetful... in the first place.

[ he wouldn't call himself a lightweight? if an oni can't drink, he's pretty useless! among his crew, he could drink most of them under the table. get rowdy, get punchy, but never violent. there's nothing on his lips that reminds him of alcohol. ]

What do you remember? Maybe you can help me fill in the blanks.

[ the blank is literally his entire brain space right now ]