[Waking up is about three hundred years of pain at once. There's the pounding in his head and their stomach is upset. He goes to push himself off the floor, but there's something on top of him just slightly. On opening his eyes, things from the night before sort of start creeping in.] Fuck me.
[That is not an invitation. It's a lamentation. They carefully move themselves because they realize they are about to be very sick. They'd apologize, but the time for action is now and there's two doors between him and the bathroom. So they are just getting up and rushing off to the bathroom, the door left open in their wake.
Once they get to the bathroom, there's an unfortunate amount of vomiting happening and they feel like death.] God, someone kill me.
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Date: 2023-01-03 09:07 pm (UTC)[That is not an invitation. It's a lamentation. They carefully move themselves because they realize they are about to be very sick. They'd apologize, but the time for action is now and there's two doors between him and the bathroom. So they are just getting up and rushing off to the bathroom, the door left open in their wake.
Once they get to the bathroom, there's an unfortunate amount of vomiting happening and they feel like death.] God, someone kill me.