"Why is that? Why are you sad, Aizen?" Amara probed, feeling worried.
After gazing into those terrifyingly focused eyes for a while that seemed to see nothing but him, eyes which continued to remain at very close proximity to him, a palm abruptly covered her face, pushing it back.
"Stop bullshitting, you're drunk Amara." He said, still as expressionless as ever.
"Owah, nooo, I'm not drunk! I mean it, you should take a look at your own face!" Throwing a drunk tantrum, Amara insisted before suddenly jumping on to another subject entirely, "anyway, do you remember the first day we met?" Once again, in that apparently drunken state, she leaned closer and put her palm on his shoulder, awaiting his response while feeling lost in his casual gaze.
"Yes, I can't really forget it. You came over to me and said 'Hello, handsome…'." Virus responded, wanting to see where she was going with this.
