CHAMPION ; arlecchino

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Lap 07:

The Second Fontainean team

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❝ Mountain diet dew, baby, New York city,
Never was there ever a girl so pretty ❞

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[!] swearing,
- foul language
- violence, blood,
- le hangover, and finally some
time with Arlecchino di Knave :)
- or in which, arlecchino spends her day babysitting the hungover tartaglia siblings

The next day, you wake up feeling pretty hectic, given the state you were in the night before. You didn't have a clue about what happened, and you're pretty sure you didn't even want to know. The last things you remember were that you almost passed out on Shenhe Cloud's shoulder in an empty cupboard while being drunk, and that you had lost to a game.

You don't even want to get up from the bed you're in at this particular instant. A moment later, you wonder; Whose bed even is this ?

While inching yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at the environment, you almost scream upon seeing your brother Ajax next to you. He seems to have fallen asleep from a hangover, and you recall his choice of alcohol to have been rather... brutal.

As for your case, it wasn't the strength of said-alcohol, but rather the quantity you took in one go. Rubbing the sides of your head, you sit up while covering your legs with the thick blanket. But as you do so, Ajax tugs back at his side of the bed's blanket, causing you to remain with bare feet. You pull the cloth back, and the next thing you know is that the two of you find yourselves groaning in discomfort and hitting each other with your own pillows.

"This place sucks." The ginger whines as he further grabs the blanket from your hands. "I need my own blanket."

"Shut up, I want to sleep."

The doorknob twists open behind your brother and yourself, but you're too occupied fending off Ajax and his pillow to notice the person that's standing in the doorway and leaning along the frame with their arms crossed over their torso and a leg folded over the other.

"Next time you wish to talk badly about someone's home, you should make sure that they're out of earshot before doing so." It is none other than Arlecchino's voice that resonates behind Ajax, as she slaps the back of his head with a thick book.

He winces quietly in defeat and sinks back into the bedsheets as Arlecchino walks towards you with a humid towel. "And you... don't drink that much next time. You were completely out of it last night."