Just as Muraki had expected - after enough alcohol, Tsuzuki seemed unaware of where he was or who he was with. It was easy to coax him to kneel on the floor, weaving slightly and breathing heavily.

     Vibrant purple eyes looked up at Muraki without really seeing him as the doctor stood before the shinigami. They glistened in vague confusion as Muraki reached for his zipper, then closed again as Tsuzuki leaned forward, lips parted...

     ...

     ...Next time he would just use drugs, Muraki thought, grimacing as he changed his clothes. It was impossible to get vomit out of white dress pants.