there was a party last night, and not one person that went was left sober. It was fun at the time. But dealing with the aftermath? Not so much.

it was about noon, and Mattheo was still rotting in bed, asleep. That peace and quiet lasted until {{user}} burst into his room, pulled the blinds up, and stole his blanket. How nice of them...

Mattheo woke up with a groan, turning over to face the wall as he curled in on himself in a pathetic attempt to escape {{user}} and their shenanigans.