Room 503, Monday Morning
Feb. 10th, 2014 04:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
suitably_heroicIf anyone needed Atton, he'd be in his room.
Gurgling.
Brushing his teeth.
Gurgling again.
Eyeballing the way-too-alcoholic vodka.
Doing some more gurgling.
Throwing up in a bag.
Why?
He wasn't telling anybody.
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Gurgling.
Brushing his teeth.
Gurgling again.
Eyeballing the way-too-alcoholic vodka.
Doing some more gurgling.
Throwing up in a bag.
Why?
He wasn't telling anybody.
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