"Finally gotten up have you?", said Marian, standing in the doorway.
She did up the final button and then lent on the wall in front of him, hands behind her back.
"Mrrrmmmm", he managed. He still wasn't fully awake, so he didn't know whether to respond with a yes or a no. 'Can you even say no to that statement?' said his brain.
"Dunno", said his mouth. Mari pressed herself off the wall and walked towards the door.
"Well, when you finally decide, I suggest you get downstairs. Tom still isn't back yet and it's almost noon." She reached the door and looked back at the bed.
"And put some clothes on would you?"
She walked out of the room, making no sound as she left.
He managed something between a groan and a sigh, and struggled to his feet. Then he walked around the room slowly, picking up his clothes and putting them on.
Then he took them off again and put them on the right places.
Then he took them off for the third time and put them on the right way round.
He stumbled out of the room and managed to get down the stairs. He felt, for want of a better state of mind, drunk. This was strange because he hadn't touched any of the stuff since he got here. And he was pretty sure you couldn't get drunk on-
A loud blast from a trumpet nearby and the clanging of a bell drowned out his thoughts. He made it to the house's main room, still covered in crates, by feeling his way along the walls and dragged himself through the door frame.
Mari was standing there chewing on a piece of bread, leaning against the wall to the window and observing the scenes outside. She was still facing the window when she started talking.
"Lot's of commotion outside, maybe a riot or something. Probably unhappy with taxes again".
She turned and looked up at him as he crawled along the wall into the room.
"Huh, you don't look too good. Something wrong?"
He groaned, her words rang like a stream of bells inside his head. He seemed to have gotten a headache and he was feeling worse than when he came downstairs. He let go of the wall and tried to stumble to the window, and started to fall over halfway through, his legs giving out under him. Mari moved quickly and caught him as he fell. This didn't help too much as she almost dropped him, but at least slowed his descent somewhat.
He hit the floor quite heavily and slumped in her arms.
"Hey! Garas! Wake up!" she shouted at him. He gave no response, so she dragged him over
She did up the final button and then lent on the wall in front of him, hands behind her back.
"Mrrrmmmm", he managed. He still wasn't fully awake, so he didn't know whether to respond with a yes or a no. 'Can you even say no to that statement?' said his brain.
"Dunno", said his mouth. Mari pressed herself off the wall and walked towards the door.
"Well, when you finally decide, I suggest you get downstairs. Tom still isn't back yet and it's almost noon." She reached the door and looked back at the bed.
"And put some clothes on would you?"
She walked out of the room, making no sound as she left.
He managed something between a groan and a sigh, and struggled to his feet. Then he walked around the room slowly, picking up his clothes and putting them on.
Then he took them off again and put them on the right places.
Then he took them off for the third time and put them on the right way round.
He stumbled out of the room and managed to get down the stairs. He felt, for want of a better state of mind, drunk. This was strange because he hadn't touched any of the stuff since he got here. And he was pretty sure you couldn't get drunk on-
A loud blast from a trumpet nearby and the clanging of a bell drowned out his thoughts. He made it to the house's main room, still covered in crates, by feeling his way along the walls and dragged himself through the door frame.
Mari was standing there chewing on a piece of bread, leaning against the wall to the window and observing the scenes outside. She was still facing the window when she started talking.
"Lot's of commotion outside, maybe a riot or something. Probably unhappy with taxes again".
She turned and looked up at him as he crawled along the wall into the room.
"Huh, you don't look too good. Something wrong?"
He groaned, her words rang like a stream of bells inside his head. He seemed to have gotten a headache and he was feeling worse than when he came downstairs. He let go of the wall and tried to stumble to the window, and started to fall over halfway through, his legs giving out under him. Mari moved quickly and caught him as he fell. This didn't help too much as she almost dropped him, but at least slowed his descent somewhat.
He hit the floor quite heavily and slumped in her arms.
"Hey! Garas! Wake up!" she shouted at him. He gave no response, so she dragged him over
