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[ he's not sure how, but he's absolutely certain that it's one of those mornings where waking up would be a Bad Idea. even when he's only half-awake, he can feel the dull throb in his head, signaling the presence of a progressively worsening migraine. presses a hand to his forehead gingerly as he peeks open one eye. shuts it immediately when the light amplifies the headache even further. somehow manages to roll over onto his side with a soft groan, expression twisting into one of pain as he patterns out his breathing.

several minutes later, reattempts at opening his eyes. is successful this time, leaving him to blink owlishly at the blurry image of the (foreign-but-not) room laid out before him. jerks bodily when he realizes that this is not his room, but tony's. doesn't quite get to the point of throwing himself off the bed, however, hindered quite successfully by the pounding headache. feels slightly better upon realizing that tony's strangely absent, filling him with a sense of hope that he can get away unscathed. as such, he stubbornly pushes down the memories as he wraps his arms around his head, concentrating on breathing & recovering so that he can escape as soon as possible. ]

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[ looks into the cabinets at his words. ]

He doesn't have much food. [ pulls out a box of crackers, peering into it. ] It's empty. Es nützt nichts...

[ straightens enough to slam his hand down against the armrest. ]

What a crap deal!

Stimmt! [ tosses the empty box into the trash, making the motions of dusting her hands off. ] So then I must buy him more food!

Sti. . . stii. . . [ scrunches his nose at the foreign word. decides to focus his attentions to her later words instead. ]

More food is good. Like gummy worms.

[ places a hand on her hip, plucking out her cellphone to type that in as a memo. looks up at him again. ]

What else would you like?

[ considers it a bit. ]

Peanuts, some cereal, and my Haro. [ holds out a hand. ]

Peanuts, cereal, and... [ looks up, blinking at him. ] What is a "Haro"?

[ points to her pockets. ]

My wallet. The pink, round, cute Haro.

Oh! Nein, nein, you can't have it yet! [ pockets her cellphone, wandering off towards the door. ] Tomorrow!

[ stumbles as he scrambles off the couch, swaying a bit when the world starts to spin, grappling for her. ]

No--! Don't take Haro away!!

[ takes a few quick steps forward to catch him, lifting him up while patting his back a little. ]

Ups! Are you alright, dumme Huhn? You shouldn't be moving around so much! [ moves him over to the couch again with ease. ] Sit, sit.

[ goes along in a bit of a half-daze when he's caught & lifted, still swaying a bit. groans & leans forward to put his head into both his hands. ]

Hrrghhh. . . l-life is pain, Houston.

[ pats his head again. ]

You just drank too much, but all college students have their moments. It will pass.

[ doesn't move. ]

How long?

[ places her hands on her hips as she straightens. ]

Depends on how much you drank. I'm guessing it was more than enough, so maybe a few days.

[ lifts his head up to stare at her again, not wanting to believe her. ]

. . . Days.

Days. [ sits down on the coffee table to be more on eye-level with him. ] You don't have any weekend classes, ja? Work instead?

Uh. Yeah. . .

[ pauses, a little thrown off-guard. ] I need to call my boss.

Worry not, dumme Huhn! I have already been in contact with your boss.

What! What did you say?! D-Did he break anything?

He almost broke a pot, but I caught it for him. He was very worried!

[ groans & sighs. ]

Please let me call him.

[ wordlessly takes out anthony's cellphone, handing it over to him. ]

[ gently rests his forehead against a palm as he accepts the phone. starts scrolling through his (very short) contact list to get to 'work'. hits the call button & presses the phone to his ear, knowingly waiting for the last dial before his call is picked up with a frazzled response of "h-hello?!". winces at the panicked tone, his head already ringing, but manages through the conversation anyway, his priority being to make sure that his boss is aware that he's not dead -- just sick. afterward, he apologizes, offering to come in sometime during the week to make up for his missed days. the call grows longer due to that, & it's about ten minutes or so later that he finally lowers the phone away from his ear.

contemplates shortly whether or not he should call alyssa & hiro (& his dad) as well, but decides to do that when the foreign woman leaves. grips the phone in his hand as firmly as he can when he addresses her again. ]

Thank you.

[ nods a few times in reply, looking at the phone with interest. decides not to take it away when it seems like he's not going to hand it back, knowing that he probably has more people to call. instead she stands from her perch on the coffee table, mirroring her previous movement towards the front door as she turns her head to speak to him as she walks. ]

I will make you something good to eat tonight. It will help you recover faster!

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