What was that saying again? Oh, drunken debauchery.
Kyle sprang to his feet with a swift fish roll and checked the bed, the floor, and the bathroom. Finding no women's clothing or anything of the sort, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It was good that nothing had happened last night. He couldn't go helping frozen Steve look after someone, only to end up taking care of her in bed.
But where had the tailcoat he'd worn gone?
Yesterday had been a day off, so Kyle hadn't had Venom transform into formal attire—his curiosity-driven stunt last time had nearly exposed him. Instead, he had turned Venom into a card and worn actual clothes.
As a result, he had no idea what exactly had happened after he got drunk late last night.
"Maybe the staff took it away to be cleaned." Kyle didn't dwell on it. It was just a piece of clothing, nothing especially valuable.
He quickly washed up in the bathroom. Feeling refreshed after putting on his underwear, he retrieved the Venom Card from Card Space and tossed it onto the bed, allowing it to materialize.
'Rumble, rumble—'
Venom wriggled beneath the covers, humanely dangling strands of black liquid from its body as though it were pitifully complaining to Kyle about something.
Having grown accustomed to merging with Kyle in symbiosis on the battlefield, it had become increasingly addicted to that state. Put another way, all living things subconsciously longed to evolve. Venom's symbiotic species itself evolved by merging symbiotically with other creatures, gradually learning the host's physical traits and abilities to strengthen itself.
"Alright, alright. It's time to head back to the base." As Kyle spoke, he extended a hand toward Venom. Venom's liquid body immediately transformed into countless black strands in delight, extending from his palm