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Who: Satsuma and Yushima (OPEN)
What: Hangover aka "What the hell did we all do last night...!?"
When: January 1st, 11:35 AM
Where: Hot Springs
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Well, Yushima decided for the longest time that it would be great if he felt a little younger. And he got it, in the form of having such an intense headache he found it difficult to get off the futon he was sleeping on. So what was the use of getting up, anyway?
'Wait, futon?' he thought in a haze, before looking around at his somewhat incoherent surroundings. 'I'm pretty sure we're still at the hot springs...'
He tried to backtrack to what happened the night before. It was New Year's Eve, so he managed to convince Satsuma to join him and several others at the Hot Springs for an impromptu "party". There was sake (and lots of it, if his headache was any indication), enjoying the onsen, which would indicate the yukata he and everyone else around him was currently wearing...
Unfortunately, everything else just didn't seem to register. How he and everyone else ended up inside the small inn when he was pretty sure they were all still outside at his last check escaped him.
It was then that he noticed Satsuma curled up on a futon across the room, and with a blanket thrown over himself, head and all. In fact, the only way he could tell it was Satsuma was not just by the *length* of the blanket lump, but also from a poof of dark teal hair that frizzed out from an opening. Yushima started chuckling at the sad sight, but suddenly stopped when a spike of pain hit him behind the eyes.
"Yare, yare..."
What: Hangover aka "What the hell did we all do last night...!?"
When: January 1st, 11:35 AM
Where: Hot Springs
===
Well, Yushima decided for the longest time that it would be great if he felt a little younger. And he got it, in the form of having such an intense headache he found it difficult to get off the futon he was sleeping on. So what was the use of getting up, anyway?
'Wait, futon?' he thought in a haze, before looking around at his somewhat incoherent surroundings. 'I'm pretty sure we're still at the hot springs...'
He tried to backtrack to what happened the night before. It was New Year's Eve, so he managed to convince Satsuma to join him and several others at the Hot Springs for an impromptu "party". There was sake (and lots of it, if his headache was any indication), enjoying the onsen, which would indicate the yukata he and everyone else around him was currently wearing...
Unfortunately, everything else just didn't seem to register. How he and everyone else ended up inside the small inn when he was pretty sure they were all still outside at his last check escaped him.
It was then that he noticed Satsuma curled up on a futon across the room, and with a blanket thrown over himself, head and all. In fact, the only way he could tell it was Satsuma was not just by the *length* of the blanket lump, but also from a poof of dark teal hair that frizzed out from an opening. Yushima started chuckling at the sad sight, but suddenly stopped when a spike of pain hit him behind the eyes.
"Yare, yare..."