[How Lan Zhan can still be sweet enough to want to kiss him when he feels like an absolute wreck is beyond his understanding. And how late had he kept them up? Just what was in those drinks at the rave?]
Gross... head hurts...
[Whatever it was, it'd done a number on him. He couldn't remember being so drunk, not since he was still in his teens, with no idea of his own limits. But at least he felt coherent; things were clearer.]
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Gross... head hurts...
[Whatever it was, it'd done a number on him. He couldn't remember being so drunk, not since he was still in his teens, with no idea of his own limits. But at least he felt coherent; things were clearer.]
I should... breakfast.