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007 ∞ [action + accidental video]
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vongolastorm[Well. Fuck.
He doesn't remember drinking, but he must really be some kind of inebriated. After all, it looks like his feet can't reach the floor. What is even up with that? But he sure doesn't feel like he had another round of Not So Sober fun time or else his head would be pounding. Hard. So, why does it seem like he's suddenly been hit with the Screwy Vision Syndrome?
He honestly doesn't remember taking a single sip of alcohol the day before. Which is pretty amazing considering his record ever since the Tenth arrived on the island. No, he is not going to think about that. That's just bad business all around. Can't he live a peaceful life where he doesn't have to deal with all this conflicted emotional bullcrap?
Apparently not. And where the hell did Hiba-chan go? He normally wakes up to the pup's teeth clamped around his ankle. Well, whatever. He must have ran off somewhere. It's going to be Spring soon, so isn't that sort of a red flag for Animals Gone Wild? Then again, do puppies even mate so early on? Why is he even thinking about this? What is wrong with him today?
Sliding off of the bed, the silverette rubs the back of his neck wearily as he takes a good glance around the room. But, hold on, what's this? Was that door there before? Holy shit, he must really be drunk. Shaking his head, he trudges his way out of his room deciding coffee might be a nice way to wake himself up. Maybe it'll fix his goddamn vision because everything looks so much... taller.
Wait. That isn't right. Even if his vision's messed up, there's no plausible explanation for the ridiculous height differentiation between him and the surrounding objects.] What th—
[Mirror.
He needs a mirror stat. Where the fuck does a guy find a mirror at a time like this?
Compact. Right. That's exactly where. Grabbing the small pink device off of the coffee table where he'd last left it, he flips it open in a rush, unknowingly pressing one of the many buttons on it.]
...... [eye twitch] Awh, hell no. [god does he wish he was drunk right now]
I'M A FUCKIN' MIDGET!!!
He doesn't remember drinking, but he must really be some kind of inebriated. After all, it looks like his feet can't reach the floor. What is even up with that? But he sure doesn't feel like he had another round of Not So Sober fun time or else his head would be pounding. Hard. So, why does it seem like he's suddenly been hit with the Screwy Vision Syndrome?
He honestly doesn't remember taking a single sip of alcohol the day before. Which is pretty amazing considering his record ever since the Tenth arrived on the island. No, he is not going to think about that. That's just bad business all around. Can't he live a peaceful life where he doesn't have to deal with all this conflicted emotional bullcrap?
Apparently not. And where the hell did Hiba-chan go? He normally wakes up to the pup's teeth clamped around his ankle. Well, whatever. He must have ran off somewhere. It's going to be Spring soon, so isn't that sort of a red flag for Animals Gone Wild? Then again, do puppies even mate so early on? Why is he even thinking about this? What is wrong with him today?
Sliding off of the bed, the silverette rubs the back of his neck wearily as he takes a good glance around the room. But, hold on, what's this? Was that door there before? Holy shit, he must really be drunk. Shaking his head, he trudges his way out of his room deciding coffee might be a nice way to wake himself up. Maybe it'll fix his goddamn vision because everything looks so much... taller.
Wait. That isn't right. Even if his vision's messed up, there's no plausible explanation for the ridiculous height differentiation between him and the surrounding objects.] What th—
[Mirror.
He needs a mirror stat. Where the fuck does a guy find a mirror at a time like this?
Compact. Right. That's exactly where. Grabbing the small pink device off of the coffee table where he'd last left it, he flips it open in a rush, unknowingly pressing one of the many buttons on it.]
...... [eye twitch] Awh, hell no. [god does he wish he was drunk right now]
I'M A FUCKIN' MIDGET!!!
