Hazuki's eyes snapped open.
He blinked.
Then sat up immediately, hair wild, shirt wrinkled, and a faint line of drool still clinging to the edge of his mouth.
Across from him—an unfamiliar elder, neatly dressed, poised, sitting with one leg crossed and a bottle of elegant-looking liquor on the table between them.
Hazuki stared at him.
The elder stared back, calm and smiling.
Hazuki let out a long yawn, scratching the back of his head.
"…Who are you?"
The man gave a slight nod.
"Me? I'm Hansim. I was invited in by this orphanage's caretaker."
Hazuki blinked again, rubbing his eye.
"Oh…"
Then his gaze dropped to the bottle on the table.
A faint glimmer returned to his still-sleepy eyes.
He sniffed once.
"…That plum?" he asked.
Hansim gave a polite chuckle.
"Plumfire. Thirty years aged."
Hazuki leaned forward slightly.