Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190616163743/@comment-3293219-20190625200120

Lazarus Grimm wrote: Shanks was going to throw up, or at least he felt like it. His head was pounding steadily like a jackhammer. How much did he drink last night? There was the sake bar in San Francisco with Tanner and then the multitude of bottles with Kay in the kitchen.

He rolled himself out of his bed with a groan, planting his snout against the floor. His entire body ached. He thought that his healing factor would chime in and help him out in situations like this, but apparently the West-Tek eggheads hadn't built him to copy intoxicity. Not even that would they allow him.

He remained still on the floor for a while, breathing slowly. The entire room was spinning and he just wished for it to be still and settle. He then forced himself up on his feet and managed to make his way over to the door.

No Naomi had come to berate him this morning, so he reckoned that perhaps everything was alright between him and Kay. Still, he needed to make sure. Taking a long whiff of the air, her scent brought him over to her chamber door.

He cleared his throat and gave himself a slap on the side of the face, hoping it would steady him for at least a minute or so. "Redmop? You awake?" he asked through the door. "Yeah..." The 'Redmop' murmured, from behind the wall, though it didn't sound like a convincing impression of a consious person.