Sunday, early morning
[The video come on to a very dark room, the blinds drawn tight. A hand papapaps the screen, like the owner was looking to turning it on while half asleep and hadn't realized they succeded. Said hand is connected to... a pile of blankets on a couch.
The lump groans, shifting around until a thick raw sounding voice speaks up]
Hanamura Yosuke... this is... all yer fault. Gonna strangle you with your own 'phones. A'soon as... I can figure out where my eyeballs rolled off to. [Another shift, and someone oozes out from under the mound and half onto the floor. It might have once been Masaru, but only if Masaru had been replaced with a pale rat-nest haired greeseball that looks like he might be producing pure high proof vodka from his pores. ]
Damn punch... [Yeah, not really Yosuke's fault, seeing at he didn't even host the party and surely was't the one to spike the punch... but he's the only name he can remember for sure being connected to the entire mess.]
What the hell happened last night?
((ooc: Dojima household folks and anyone that knows he's crashing there can feel free to action shoving coffee down his gut))
The lump groans, shifting around until a thick raw sounding voice speaks up]
Hanamura Yosuke... this is... all yer fault. Gonna strangle you with your own 'phones. A'soon as... I can figure out where my eyeballs rolled off to. [Another shift, and someone oozes out from under the mound and half onto the floor. It might have once been Masaru, but only if Masaru had been replaced with a pale rat-nest haired greeseball that looks like he might be producing pure high proof vodka from his pores. ]
Damn punch... [Yeah, not really Yosuke's fault, seeing at he didn't even host the party and surely was't the one to spike the punch... but he's the only name he can remember for sure being connected to the entire mess.]
What the hell happened last night?
((ooc: Dojima household folks and anyone that knows he's crashing there can feel free to action shoving coffee down his gut))