[Not the sad trombone... it always seems to follow him around...
Several hours have passed by the time his eyelids flutter and squint against the light and unidentifiable impacts, course burlap made worse by hangover sensitivity and oh god does he feel both gross and awful. This wasn't exactly what you could call restful sleep; enough to count just a little, but at what cost. He's maddeningly hungry and thirsty... with his unwilling practice at starvation twyre season is a terrible time for him at the best of times but this is not the best of times. He's all too aware that sometimes people with weak hearts just drop down dead this time of year.
He's got a massive headache also, but he tries to focus through it, and tries to sit up, straining with his arms against the weight of ??? on him... but that's not happening either. He lies there and coughs, trying to move his face out of the horrible mess. God he needs a bath... his brain is 50% occupied with the intense urge to get clean immediately. Hopefully this is a day before when the running water breaks. How did he get here...?]
No, I'm still asleep. [It's a mumble, easier to read in script, before adopting the tone one does kids and cats.] If you get off me... I'll give you some food.
[Assuming nobody's robbed him while he's been out... this is partly why he doesn't carry much... Trading makes the town go around, but now so also does theft.]
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Date: 2022-05-26 06:16 am (UTC)Several hours have passed by the time his eyelids flutter and squint against the light and unidentifiable impacts, course burlap made worse by hangover sensitivity and oh god does he feel both gross and awful. This wasn't exactly what you could call restful sleep; enough to count just a little, but at what cost. He's maddeningly hungry and thirsty... with his unwilling practice at starvation twyre season is a terrible time for him at the best of times but this is not the best of times. He's all too aware that sometimes people with weak hearts just drop down dead this time of year.
He's got a massive headache also, but he tries to focus through it, and tries to sit up, straining with his arms against the weight of ??? on him... but that's not happening either. He lies there and coughs, trying to move his face out of the horrible mess. God he needs a bath... his brain is 50% occupied with the intense urge to get clean immediately. Hopefully this is a day before when the running water breaks. How did he get here...?]
No, I'm still asleep. [It's a mumble, easier to read in script, before adopting the tone one does kids and cats.] If you get off me... I'll give you some food.
[Assuming nobody's robbed him while he's been out... this is partly why he doesn't carry much... Trading makes the town go around, but now so also does theft.]