<span style="font-size: 15px">Desmond felt fairly agitated, but mostly with himself. He would bring a hand to his forehead, grunting softly as he looked to the strange being before him. He was surprised with how well he was taking it, but self-critical of his own hungover grumpiness. With a small sigh, he looked to the person in front of him. <br/>
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"Sorry... Not in the best state." Desmond explained, bringing both of his hands to his coat collar, adjusting his duster. "Had a rough yesterday. I could vouch for a free drink for you." </span>