Woooooo~!
[[The guide turns on to show Richezza wearing nothing but his underwear and his helmet, laughing himself silly. He's laying on his bed, giggling like a schoolgirl.
After a night of drinking with Gin, Richezza is, to put it simply, thoroughly smashed. He did, in fact, drink a lot. So. Uh. Yeah.
His laughing continues for a few seconds until he finally notices that the guide is on.
He rolls off the bed and hits the floor. Thank god for that helmet, eh?]]
Mannn. The floor is... it's so cold.
[[It seems like he's trying to hug the floor, but to no avail. Obviously.]]
So... so. You guys. You guys. Who wants to...
[[He leans over and goes face-to-face with the guide, obscuring so there's just a black and shiny surface being reflected.]]
WHO WANTS TO PARTY?!
{{OOC: I know I haven't finished the log but it's like. WE'RE WORKING ON IT OKAY.
This is backdated to the evening of
this post right here, so yeah.
Roommates are free to poke at Richezza with action, or people can visit.
TAGS RESUME IN THE MORNING}}