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suitably_heroic"Awaken."
You know, Visas had a real way of making normal courtesies sound creepy. Not that Atton was overfocusing on that; just opening his eyes reminded him why he'd stayed put on the Ebon Hawk's cold floor all night.
"I'd rather not, if it's all the same," he muttered, shutting his eyes again. "Get back to me tomorrow, Visas, I'm out of commission."
"That is what you told me yesterday as well," Visas informed him. "I have brought a medpack."
"Great." Atton turned his head. What he did not do was try to open his eyes or get up. Because screw that. It was the second anniversary of-- that, and he was allowed 48 hours of nothing. "You work on that."
Unfortunately, it didn't put her off. A second later, a combination of chemicals and Jedi healing energies flooded his body, tugging the headache away from him and whatever self-pitying sleepiness that had come with it, fled too. He turned around on the floor and let out a pitiful noise. "Really?" he sighed. "You couldn't leave me alone on today of all days?"
"Her death was two years ago," Visas said, "And the date was yesterday's. You should not poison your body any longer. We have work to do. And after we are finished, I believe it would be best if you returned to the island."
Atton opened one eye. "You think that's best, huh?" he said. There went the other eye, and he fixed both of them on the ceiling. "Great."
[[ can be open for phone calls if you really want to make his non-hangover hangover miserable. ]]
You know, Visas had a real way of making normal courtesies sound creepy. Not that Atton was overfocusing on that; just opening his eyes reminded him why he'd stayed put on the Ebon Hawk's cold floor all night.
"I'd rather not, if it's all the same," he muttered, shutting his eyes again. "Get back to me tomorrow, Visas, I'm out of commission."
"That is what you told me yesterday as well," Visas informed him. "I have brought a medpack."
"Great." Atton turned his head. What he did not do was try to open his eyes or get up. Because screw that. It was the second anniversary of-- that, and he was allowed 48 hours of nothing. "You work on that."
Unfortunately, it didn't put her off. A second later, a combination of chemicals and Jedi healing energies flooded his body, tugging the headache away from him and whatever self-pitying sleepiness that had come with it, fled too. He turned around on the floor and let out a pitiful noise. "Really?" he sighed. "You couldn't leave me alone on today of all days?"
"Her death was two years ago," Visas said, "And the date was yesterday's. You should not poison your body any longer. We have work to do. And after we are finished, I believe it would be best if you returned to the island."
Atton opened one eye. "You think that's best, huh?" he said. There went the other eye, and he fixed both of them on the ceiling. "Great."
[[ can be open for phone calls if you really want to make his non-hangover hangover miserable. ]]
