[001] [Audio, English] [the day after the party]
[Ohh, his head. And his mouth. Something old and creaky died in there, Sean can tell. He feels dried saliva crack when he yawns and swipes at it using the back of his hand. His eyes crack open.
The room isn’t recognizable. Too clean. Did he go to bed with a neat freak? This is a fleeting curiosity, not a worry- neither is his bedmate knowing he drools when he sleeps a concern, since Sean always makes it clear he isn’t looking for a steady girl. When he pats around him and touches nothing but sheets, that doesn’t strike him as weird, either.]
Mnnraghh...
[Sean is muzzy as hell and kind of wants to go back to sleep, but his hand curls around what feels like a PDA. With a grunt he sits up, squints, pokes at it- something clicks. Recording a message, maybe? It’s transmitting to the entire ship, but he doesn’t know it.]
... Right, lass, yer phone’s still here. Gonna leave it on the bed, so don’t go foldin’ the covers over it. Me, I’m knackered. Be seein’ ya.
[He flops.]
The room isn’t recognizable. Too clean. Did he go to bed with a neat freak? This is a fleeting curiosity, not a worry- neither is his bedmate knowing he drools when he sleeps a concern, since Sean always makes it clear he isn’t looking for a steady girl. When he pats around him and touches nothing but sheets, that doesn’t strike him as weird, either.]
Mnnraghh...
[Sean is muzzy as hell and kind of wants to go back to sleep, but his hand curls around what feels like a PDA. With a grunt he sits up, squints, pokes at it- something clicks. Recording a message, maybe? It’s transmitting to the entire ship, but he doesn’t know it.]
... Right, lass, yer phone’s still here. Gonna leave it on the bed, so don’t go foldin’ the covers over it. Me, I’m knackered. Be seein’ ya.
[He flops.]