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Characters: Cid and Rygdea. And hey, I guess people can drop by and laugh at the hungover and uncomfortable sods if they really want to?
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: The bottom of a bottle of bourbon rarely leads to anything save grief.
Location: Lindblum
Date: Right now. (Literally. It's 7am here.)
Warnings: Ryg has a foul mouth. There may or may not be gay kissing. After they've brushed their teeth..
Rygdea awoke like a runner in a race: Slowly at first, but with a final burst of blinding speed. In his case, the "blinding" aspect was quite literal, the sunlight stabbing through closed eyelids directly into his abused retinas. With a groan, he threw an arm over his face, rolling away from the window and trying vainly to get back to sleep.
Something felt...off about his pillows. They weren't as fluffy as they usually were, kind of hard, like someone had swapped the filling. Cracking open an eye, he squinted. Well, that definitely wasn't right. Where there should have been a wall in front of him, directly next to the side of the bed, there was only floor. And..another bed, where there shouldn't be one. As though...
He blinked, pounding head trying to make sense of the insensible. How much of that bourbon had he and Cid finished off in the end?
Eyes widening in realisation, as everything clicked into crystal clear, painful sense, he bolted upright.
"Oh, holy fucking fuck!"
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: The bottom of a bottle of bourbon rarely leads to anything save grief.
Location: Lindblum
Date: Right now. (Literally. It's 7am here.)
Warnings: Ryg has a foul mouth. There may or may not be gay kissing. After they've brushed their teeth..
Rygdea awoke like a runner in a race: Slowly at first, but with a final burst of blinding speed. In his case, the "blinding" aspect was quite literal, the sunlight stabbing through closed eyelids directly into his abused retinas. With a groan, he threw an arm over his face, rolling away from the window and trying vainly to get back to sleep.
Something felt...off about his pillows. They weren't as fluffy as they usually were, kind of hard, like someone had swapped the filling. Cracking open an eye, he squinted. Well, that definitely wasn't right. Where there should have been a wall in front of him, directly next to the side of the bed, there was only floor. And..another bed, where there shouldn't be one. As though...
He blinked, pounding head trying to make sense of the insensible. How much of that bourbon had he and Cid finished off in the end?
Eyes widening in realisation, as everything clicked into crystal clear, painful sense, he bolted upright.
"Oh, holy fucking fuck!"