Dante slowly opened his eyes, and before his mind could form any thoughts, a sharp pain assaulted his head.
"Ugh…"
It has been a while since he experienced such a headache, and it was easy to guess why.
'This is why I hate alcohol…'
[I find that statement doubtful.] A voice sounded in his head, making things worse. [Your alcohol consumption seems to have increased as of late.]
'No… shit…'
He hated that part as well. Alcohol was never his thing, but lately, he has been drinking more and more. That wasn't the only thing he had been doing, too.
"Mmhm…"
He felt something tighten around his waist, prompting him to look down. Seeing the ball of purple hair resting on his chest, his face scrunched up. He checked the clock in the corner of his vision, learning that it was nine in the morning.
