The right dwarf in the wrong place. (DRG x Arknights)

Chapter fourteen: "Do you have a warrant?"

"Dialogue"
'Thinking'
"SHOUT"

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'Urk... Why am I nervous?'

*Tap* *Tap* *Tap*

'Oh lord, I feel like I'm going to puke'

*Tap* *Tap* *Tap*

'Calm down, just breath, in... out... in... out...'

*Tik-Tok-Tik-Tok-Tik-Tok*

The sounds of the old clock was deafening...

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"Applicant 13, please proceed to the interview room"

"AAAAGH!!"

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A few hours earlier.

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r-...

rii...

riiin...

RIIING!!!

*SLAM*

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Thorn: "Bloody hell... why do I even keep an alarm when I usually wake up before it"

Thorn rubs his eyes in frustration, and slowly rises from bed.

*Yawn*

Thorn: "God dammit, my head hurts, it feels like that one time I drank a mug, didn't get drunk yet still got hungover..."

Thorn clenches his head in frustration and pain from the growing migraine forming.

Thorn: "I should really ask Amiya for some hangover medication later"

He looks around his room in confusion.

Thorn: "This room doesn't feel familiar..."

*Blink* *Snort*

Thorn: "Oh right I forgot we got teleported here"

Thorn then stood up and then stretches his limbs, once he finished, he then walked over to the window and opened the curtains, accidentally blinding himself from the sunrise.

Thorn: "Good lord that's bright! At-least the space rig had some tinted glass windows to stop its stupid employees from blinding themselves looking at the sun... *Sigh* What time is it right now... Should be 6 to 7 in the morning..."

Thorn then glances at the Alarm clock beside the bed.

It was broken.

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Thorn: "God-Dammit! I'm a stupid Dwarf, how could you instinctively smash a clock when it ain't yours"

*Sigh*

*sniff sniff*

Thorn: "Eugh... Guess I'll go get freshened up, I smell like Glyphid gunk all over my crevice's all over again"

Few minutes had passed...

Thorn: "Aaaah... Nothing beats a good bath after so long, I wonder what should i wear for the interview for later?"