"Heh... I... Guess." Haruki mumbled, turning his head to Blake for the moment before his eyes closed. He was embraced by sweet oblivion of sleep soon after, and that was how he ended, stretched across the floor to snore the drunk state of body and mind off.<br/><br/>When he woke up, however, he wasn't that cheerful anymore. His head was pounding, even though the light inside was dim, and he had the feeling of being broken and sewed back into pieces again. Plus, he had hardly any memories of the previous evening. Where the hell he was, even? Oh, good gods, what misery, he thought to himself during his attempt to roll over and stand up like a man, instead of just pretending to be a piece of the furniture.<br/><br/>It was a failed attempt. His head was still spinning, and he suddenly felt a horrible urge to throw up. One of his hands, appearing unnaturally pale, pressed at his mouth halted that for a moment, while he propped himself up with the other one, and holding onto the table he managed to stand up.<br/><br/>Good gods. He hasn't had this kind of hangover for ages. How much sake did they even drink?