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ʜᴀɴsᴇʟ (burnthemall) wrote in makebelievelog,

The groan that he let out was reminiscent of numerous times before; either because of a brawl or a night drinking, or just because Edward got a little friendly and 'patted' his back. Hansel just twisted slightly on the floor, curling a little and wrapping his arm around the pillow his head was on, clenching his eyes shut.

"Whatever time it is, it's too damn early." His head was splitting worse than ever before and he felt like he'd just gotten an ice blast to the stomach -yeah, they went right through, but holy crap was that uncomfortable. He'd sooner ride a broomstick than this.

"What did you do to me, you devil woman?" He couldn't even content himself with sleeping more, exhausted but almost ready for his stomach to roll right there and there. Hansel prided himself on not regurgitating after a night of drinking though -something he teased Ben for rather a lot, but right then he thought it might do him some good.