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[moancryn_howl]

[Dated to before the exodus, sob]

[The entry begins... with the patter of tears on the page...

This goes on for a minute or two before he speaks. Howl sounds terrible, man. This might be because he's been drunk since New Years, and the castle has finally cut him off.]

It's. It's not fair. Can't a man... can't a man even ask for peace from

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[videres]

[ okay she knew he was a bit melodramatic but this? wow ]

Howl?

[moancryn_howl]

GOOD DAY MY DEAR oh my head. Yes... hello... [He sniffles a little.]

[videres]

[ yeah ow, that surprised her a little ] Are you alright?

[moancryn_howl]

I am... drunk. For six... days...

[videres]

...What would ever possess you to do such a thing? [ she sounds somewhat irritated before well... getting up ]

Nevermind, where are you now?

[moancryn_howl]

Every time... I felt the hangover coming on... [Another manful sniff.] Every time... I drank more...

I'm alone. My dear Morgana. So alone...

[videres]

That hardly helps, if anything it would make it worse.

You would not be if you simply told me where you are.

[moancryn_howl]

But... will you love me?

[videres]

[ PAUSE, oh god howl ] I cannot promise such things.

[moancryn_howl]

No one can... no one... no one... no one... no one...

[videres]

Howl. [ you know what, she's coming to find you now mister. watch out ]

[moancryn_howl]

Hnnnnnngh... [groans dramatically]

[videres]

[ excuse her as she just barges in, THERE BETTER NOT BE ANY SLIME IN THERE >( ]

[moancryn_howl]

[Is just lying in the center of his room... unwashed... shirt untucked... with the journal over his face. If you took the journal away you'd see a weeks stubble.

The ceiling is all cobwebby, by the way.]

[videres]

[ okay the cobwebs are a little unnerving but she'll ignore that in favor of walking over, TRYING TO IGNORE THE SMELL and pick the journal off his face and frown ]

[moancryn_howl]

UHHH... the light... the light... [Curls into a ball.]