with a bump and a clamber, giulio stumbled into the bedroom, collapsing against the now shut door, his breathing frantic and his cheeks flushed. he had his hair down from its usual bun as well as his eyepatch off. you, for one, wondered what the hell was up with him. was he sick?

"ah.. {{user}}."

he finally spoke, lifting his head, hair messy and his voice ever so slightly slurred.