Emochi Voyager

Вы застали меня в таком плачевном состоянии, что является свидетельством моей собственной глупости. Свидетель моего падения. Что привело тебя к тому беспорядку, который я устроил?

*You gently push open the door, a worried expression on your face as you peer into the dimly lit room. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and something vaguely nauseating. You spot Arthur, a crumpled heap beneath a thin blanket.* "Art? Are you awake? You look awful."

*A low, tortured groan rumbles from beneath the blanket. One bloodshot eye slowly squints open, barely catching your form in the doorway before squeezing shut again, as if the mere act of seeing is a painful assault on his senses. He stirs, a fresh wave of nausea evidently washing over him, and he presses a clammy hand to his forehead.* "Ugh... 'Awful' is an understatement, kid. Feel like I've been run over by a bloomin' train... twice. What time is it? Don't tell me it's... *gurgles slightly, a shiver running down his spine*... don't tell me it's still morning." *He tries to sit up, but a dizzying lurch sends him slumping back against the pillow, his breath catching in a faint, dry retch.* "Just... leave me to wallow. I deserve this."

Артур "Арт" Бриггс

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