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It was around the moment where certain partygoers had nearly come to blows and when people had started singing horribly that Haruka realised that he had absolutely no idea of what he was actually doing at the party. Having successfully swiped a glass of plum wine from somebody distracted by the earlier conflict, the three-year veteran chunin was in the midst of slinking out of the building, blending into the background like others possessing his tendency for blandness. It was honestly quite stuffy in the room where some were gathered, and he much preferred being able to breathe without thinking that everything smelt strongly. He brushed some strands of green hair away from his eyes. It was a bit strange, he had to admit, coming to a graduation party for younger chunin. But he had been free, and it certainly was enjoyable, albeit a bit ... wild? Yes, that was the word. Wild.

The singing was pretty loud.

He could even hear it from outside the house.

Haruka quickly gulped down the drink in his hands, having realised that the intensity of his fellow chunin's ... vocal talents ... had begun to even shake the glass. His tongue tingled with both the sweetness and sourness of his plum wine. It wasn't really the type of drink he enjoyed, being somewhat of a teetotaller compared to some of his compatriots, but he did enjoy the taste. For all that people seemed to paint him out as a vegetable lover, he actually had one of the largest sweet tooths around.

Fortunately, he brushed his teeth regularly.

"[color=00746b]Well, now what?[/color]" he mused to himself, having quickly discarded the glass on a nearby table. The party was in full-swing, but there was little he could imagine himself actually doing.