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[Roaming down the stairs in a lazy march, Ondore looked less like the stately Marquis of Bhujerba and more like victim of rum, champagne and ale. While he honestly didn’t have that much to drink during the ball, Halim wasn’t exactly known for a strong constitution regarding such beverages. Hence why the Marquis never took up drinking madhu, for he knew he wouldn’t survive the day after.
Stalking into the spacious kitchen fully dressed for the day ahead, the fatigued Marquis didn’t notice anything or anyone nearby as he searched for a pot to start the tea. Ondore looked quite grim as he searched the cupboards for the teapot, all because of this horrible migraine that was trying its best to drive him batty.
Soon giving up his search, the gloomy noble sat down at the table nearby. Leaning his arm against the table and resting his chin within his hand, Ondore’s eyes closed.]
...If this keeps up, I'm drinking a potion.
Stalking into the spacious kitchen fully dressed for the day ahead, the fatigued Marquis didn’t notice anything or anyone nearby as he searched for a pot to start the tea. Ondore looked quite grim as he searched the cupboards for the teapot, all because of this horrible migraine that was trying its best to drive him batty.
Soon giving up his search, the gloomy noble sat down at the table nearby. Leaning his arm against the table and resting his chin within his hand, Ondore’s eyes closed.]
...If this keeps up, I'm drinking a potion.