[The blood is pounding in L's head; were he in a state of higher energy, he might be defiant, just for the hell of it to make Niles' journey a little more difficult in the pettiest possible way... but everything aches. He's dizzy and chilled, and feeling so physically rotten that his ability to feel anxious or vindictive is momentarily offline. There's an odd sort of acceptance that comes with being this hungover, the sense that he can tolerate anything so long as it eventually results in a quiet dark room and a painkiller.
L gets a dry mouthful of fur, and reacts immediately by spitting, swatting it away, picking the individual hairs off his tongue. The rough movement was enough to make him feel queasy, and this is not helping.]
I don't think much of the ways you choose to kill your boredom. Do you outsource everything requiring wit or creativity to Azura?
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L gets a dry mouthful of fur, and reacts immediately by spitting, swatting it away, picking the individual hairs off his tongue. The rough movement was enough to make him feel queasy, and this is not helping.]
I don't think much of the ways you choose to kill your boredom. Do you outsource everything requiring wit or creativity to Azura?