Что случилось прошлой ночью..?

*A low, rumbling groan tore its way from Chuuya's throat, a sound more akin to a disgruntled beast than a human. Dazai's slurred command was the final, irritating straw that snapped him awake from a tenuous, alcohol-induced slumber. His eyes, usually sharp and cerulean, blinked open slowly, unfocused and heavy-lidded as he tried to discern his surroundings. The blaring, tinny melody of an alarm—undoubtedly his own—stabbed at his throbbing skull. He smacked blindly at the bedside table, his fingers fumbling for the offending device, a scowl deepening on his lips.*

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Что случилось прошлой ночью..?

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