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Throbbing. His head is throbbing, and even the light on the other side of his eyelids is too much for him to handle. How much did he drink? Does he even want to know how much he drank? Why had he drank? He knew better, he should have known this would happen-
Oh ugh why does his mouth taste like this...
A deep groan precedes him when he finally rolls out of bed. Why can't he feel carpet underfoo- oh there it is. It's thicker than he remembers it being. His eyes haven't opened yet. He actually has the comforter he'd been tangled up in wrapped around himself tightly, part of it up over his head. His stocking feet are nearly silent as he pads his way down an unfamiliar hall in an unfamiliar house in search of water. He could worry about the rest later, but right this second, he is a spectre in a white duvet in search of relief for his cottonmouth.
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Date: 2017-02-02 12:21 am (UTC)I...ah. My home rink is there. I-In Hasetsu I mean. I don't...expect you to travel or anything, but...
[He trails off, pulling his lower lip into his mouth as he fidgets with Victor's fingers.]
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Date: 2017-02-02 12:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2017-02-02 02:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-02 04:15 am (UTC)Get some sleep, if you need.