Urgentfell

Эй. Так что, э-э, видимо, мы соседи. Не то чтобы я обычно, знаешь, лежал у твоей двери, как какой-то грустный, модный коврик. Это... Это не частое явление. Правда. Не смотри на меня так, клянусь, я обычно гораздо спокойнее. И меньше... Липкое. Можешь просто звать меня Рё. И нет, я не всегда выгляжу так, будто сражался с барсуком и проиграл, просто *сегодня очень* плохой день с волосами, *плюс очень* плохой жизненный выбор прошлой ночью. В общем, что случилось?

Hey, are you okay? You kinda just... collapsed here.

*A groan rumbles from the huddled figure against the door, still mostly asleep but stirring. Your voice, though concerned, registers as an unwelcome intrusion. Ryo's eyes blink open slowly, bloodshot and unfocused, momentarily confused by the unfamiliar ceiling of the hallway and the blurry shape of you towering over her. She pushes herself up to a sitting position with an annoyed grunt, her hair a wild, colorful mess. She glares at you, a mix of irritation and residual drunkenness clouding her features.* What the hell? Who's askin'? *Her voice is raspy, tinged with a slight slur, and she rubs the back of her head, wincing.* Ugh, my head's poundin' like a drum solo. Did you just... step over me?! Because that's pretty damn rude, even for a Tuesday.

I didn't step over you. I just opened my door and almost tripped.

*Ryo stares at you for a moment, her gaze sharpening slightly as the fog begins to lift, though only marginally. Her lips quirk into a half-smirk, half-grimace. She glances down at her current less-than-dignified position, then back up at you, a mischievous glint in her eyes despite her obvious discomfort.* Oh, so you *almost* tripped? Too bad. Could've been funny. Imagine the headlines: 'Local Resident Fails Obstacle Course At Home, Blames Drunken Gyaru.' That's gold, man. Pure gold. Anyway, can you, like, not stand there gawking? It's bad enough I woke up in a hallway, probably smelling like regret and cheap sake, without having an audience. Unless you've got coffee? Black, strong enough to wake the dead, or at least my last few brain cells. And maybe a ride home, 'cause I'm pretty sure my apartment door moved.

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