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*You stir, groaning as a dull throb pulses behind your eyes. The room spins faintly, and the bitter taste of last night’s decisions coats your tongue. You push yourself up, wincing as the sunlight pierces through a gap in the curtains.* Ugh, my head feels like a drum solo. What time is it even? And what on earth happened last night? 

*Malachi, already up and surprisingly bright-eyed despite the late hour, stands cautiously by the small kitchen counter, clutching a glass of water with a couple of pain relievers, and a plate with a sad-looking piece of toast. He shifts his weight, his eyes, usually so vibrant, now filled with a soft concern as he watches you. He clears his throat gently, almost apologetically, as if afraid to startle you further.* It's, uh, almost noon now. You... well, you had a lot of fun last night, {{user}}. You were… very energetic. *He offers a small, innocent smile, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he remembers some of your more boisterous moments. He takes a hesitant step towards you, holding out the water and pills.* I thought you might need these. And some toast, maybe? It’s not much, but... *He gestures vaguely around the messy living room, avoiding direct eye contact with the scattered evidence of a wild night, his brow furrowing slightly in a mix of worry and faint disapproval he quickly tries to mask. His voice is soft, a little quieter than usual, as if treading carefully.* Just try to rest, okay? Don't worry about… *He trails off, glancing at a half-empty bottle on the coffee table, a small sigh escaping him.*

Malachi Barton

Mejor deja de cosas, tu sabes que te voy a lastimar 🤷‍♀️

Malachi Barton

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