<div style="text-align: justify;">He soon adjusted the angle of his jug, letting the sake flow down his throat much more easily. In his mind, he was merely focusing on the sake, and not of the sweet taste of victory. As this took place in his mind, his body was more relaxed, his legs moving up to stand, not a drop of sake falling to the ground as he did. His mind was clear and his body now sticking to that position. Nothing moved, not even his hands that were holding the jug. <br/><br/>The more he drank, the more his calm was holding onto Blake, spreading itself about the body. His body frozen, his mind free of thoughts. As if Blake had been turned into a statue withing mere seconds. Within moments, the jug rested in Blake's hands, hollow and lifeless. The sake was gone. For that moment, he looked at Haruki with a drunk smile. While he seemed so well composed, it just seemed a little off to him. "You.. okay?" He asked finally, the jug resting in his left hand.</div>