> You blink, leaning up to look at him, immediately looking at him with anger.
Where were you?
Jesus, you look like someone hit you over the head or something.
... Are you drunk?
> You slowly let that hit you, before sighing, and putting your head in your hands.
Look I'll just leave.
Get some sleep, rest up, and I'll beat you tomorrow.
>You get off of his bed, still glaring at him a bit.
(( oh by the way
FIN YOU HAVE COMPETITION WITH SCRATCH!FIN.
just an fyi.))