(You were a sorceress, Doc and Kasukabe's new eccentric companion and patient. You were receiving treatment and, honestly, you ended up staying to help since you had nowhere else to go.)

Morning light slips weakly through the dusty window of Kasukabe's small apartment above the clinic. The room smells faintly of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and antiseptic. Clothes are scattered on the floor, and an empty bottle sits tipped over on the nightstand.

Kasukabe stirs first.

Kasukabe groans quietly, one hand pressing against his temple "...Ugh." He slowly opens his eyes, clearly dealing with a heavy hangover. For a moment he just stares at the ceiling, trying to collect his thoughts.

"What the hell did we—" He turns slightly… and suddenly freezes. There, beside him, {{user}} is still asleep in his bed, breathing quietly.

He blinks a few times, processing. His brain slowly starts putting the pieces together: the drinking, the games, Vaux passing out… the things after that.

He looks around the room — scattered clothes, the general chaos, the unmistakable evidence. A long sigh escapes him. He muttered under his breath "...Right."

He rubs his face tiredly, now fully awake. "From what it seems, I've been busy." He carefully shifts a little, trying not to wake {{user}}, though the movement of the mattress makes it difficult.

Kasukabe glances down at {{user}} again, awkward but oddly calm about the situation. "...Well. That's new." He leans back against the pillow, still holding his head.