[It takes a few minutes before his stomach stops lurching, and he's left leaning abysmally on the porcelain bowl, head cradled on one elbow, legs a sprawl beneath him. Why can't they just have normal liquor with normal hangovers?
He's vaguely aware that his hair isn't hanging down into the bowl, which is definitely a blessing, and the steady gentle pressure on his back soothing, even if his head doesn't stop pulsing painfully against his skull. Definitely shouldn't have had one more drink...
The room feels too bright, scents too strong, even his skin feels overly sensitive.]
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He's vaguely aware that his hair isn't hanging down into the bowl, which is definitely a blessing, and the steady gentle pressure on his back soothing, even if his head doesn't stop pulsing painfully against his skull. Definitely shouldn't have had one more drink...
The room feels too bright, scents too strong, even his skin feels overly sensitive.]
Shijie... water, please?