[Week 12] [Day 6] [Private Call to Elfangor]
[That's it.
No more getting drunk for Marco.
And no more getting high with Elfangor either.
Jesus Christ, what is wrong with him? Why did he thought it might be a good idea to drink when there were potential Yeerks around? And he's pretty sure he blabbed to Lelouch about . . . about something. He can't seem to remember. Has to call Lelouch just to be sure, and Marco wishes there are Post-Its in this place because he already feels like he's being stretched thin.
But now with Marco feeling mostly better (but not completely, still has a headache from Hell itself) and feeling somewhat coherent, he calls Elfangor.
This cannot wait.]
No more getting drunk for Marco.
And no more getting high with Elfangor either.
Jesus Christ, what is wrong with him? Why did he thought it might be a good idea to drink when there were potential Yeerks around? And he's pretty sure he blabbed to Lelouch about . . . about something. He can't seem to remember. Has to call Lelouch just to be sure, and Marco wishes there are Post-Its in this place because he already feels like he's being stretched thin.
But now with Marco feeling mostly better (but not completely, still has a headache from Hell itself) and feeling somewhat coherent, he calls Elfangor.
This cannot wait.]