In 402
Han is hiding under the blankets.
He shoulda listened. Shoulda stayed in bed Monday.
But no, he'd felt fine.
Now he was paying. He hurt. He didn't want to move. He wasn't going to wake up. Nope, and not even Chewbacca could make him.
"I'd kill for narcomist" he groans, turning over.
He's made sure all his teachers have a copy of the note and will be staying in bed until he feels better.
[[ooc: Player is sick, so Han is licking his wounds and skiving off.]]
He shoulda listened. Shoulda stayed in bed Monday.
But no, he'd felt fine.
Now he was paying. He hurt. He didn't want to move. He wasn't going to wake up. Nope, and not even Chewbacca could make him.
"I'd kill for narcomist" he groans, turning over.
He's made sure all his teachers have a copy of the note and will be staying in bed until he feels better.
[[ooc: Player is sick, so Han is licking his wounds and skiving off.]]