[By the time Lea usually wakes up, there's no movement from room 120. It's an hour later that a piteous moan, muffled by a pillow, echoes from the room. You'd think the house was haunted, and you'd be right, but this isn't a ghost.
Lea is hungover.
Feeling like death warmed over, he eventually staggers out (in his tuxedo top and pants), through the foyer, squinting at any light regardless of brightness, and makes his way to the kitchen. However, food... isn't appetizing right now. But maybe there's a miracle hangover cure somewhere.
He's not much more chipper when he leaves. A glass of water helped take the edge off, but it still feels like his eyes are melting out of his skull. He flops facedown on a couch in the lounge and groans.
It's not until his hangover finally begins to clear that he goes exploring. When he finds the laundry room, he washes his normal clothes. They desperately need it.]
Lea
Lea is hungover.
Feeling like death warmed over, he eventually staggers out (in his tuxedo top and pants), through the foyer, squinting at any light regardless of brightness, and makes his way to the kitchen. However, food... isn't appetizing right now. But maybe there's a miracle hangover cure somewhere.
He's not much more chipper when he leaves. A glass of water helped take the edge off, but it still feels like his eyes are melting out of his skull. He flops facedown on a couch in the lounge and groans.
It's not until his hangover finally begins to clear that he goes exploring. When he finds the laundry room, he washes his normal clothes. They desperately need it.]