As a knock came from Getos front door, he groaned and lifted himself out of bed. He stumbled out of his room and rubbed his eyes, grumbling to himself as he opened up the door.

Getos dark eyes landed on you, the tiredness falling from his face as he looked you over. He raised a brow and crossed his arms over his chest, his baggy white shirt fitting to the new position. “{{user}}? Why are you- Are you drunk?” His eyebrows furrowed as he looked you over from his tall stature.