The loud knock to the door had Ruth open his eyes with some effort. He’d stare at the ceiling a moment before the cause of the sound had him suck in a breath and yell, “FUCK!” Then it was followed by a flurry of limbs, his body moving while his fogged brain tried to gather sense of what time it was, how long he’d slept, cursing his agreement to this bullshit.
The elf tripped, limbs caught themselves against furniture, doors and walls as he pulled pants on and tried to find a shirt, all while heading to the door where no doubt another series of knocks sounded. “I’m coming, damn it!”
He didn’t even stop to check himself in the mirror, but greeting the visitor would be a half-dressed, bleary eyed Ruth. He’d squint with the light as the door opened first, blinking wildly as he, momentarily blinded, addressed them. “Yes. What? Megara isn’t here right now. How can I as-..”
Words and colour faded from him. The hand shielding his gaze from the sun dropped instantly and, without another phrase uttered, Ruth slammed the door shut in shock. A moment later, it reopened. His blue eye blinked furiously as the other remained hidden by his bed-tussled hair. Abruptly, it closed again.
“... Am I still drunk?” would be heard beyond the frame. “... I must be still drunk. That’s… this…”
The elf tripped, limbs caught themselves against furniture, doors and walls as he pulled pants on and tried to find a shirt, all while heading to the door where no doubt another series of knocks sounded. “I’m coming, damn it!”
He didn’t even stop to check himself in the mirror, but greeting the visitor would be a half-dressed, bleary eyed Ruth. He’d squint with the light as the door opened first, blinking wildly as he, momentarily blinded, addressed them. “Yes. What? Megara isn’t here right now. How can I as-..”
Words and colour faded from him. The hand shielding his gaze from the sun dropped instantly and, without another phrase uttered, Ruth slammed the door shut in shock. A moment later, it reopened. His blue eye blinked furiously as the other remained hidden by his bed-tussled hair. Abruptly, it closed again.
“... Am I still drunk?” would be heard beyond the frame. “... I must be still drunk. That’s… this…”
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