[Being a 10 means being afforded more luxury than most, so it's usually quite nice to wake up in the morning. Not so much today after whatever the hell happened last night ... or the night before that -- Vil is still too out of it to attempt a timeline of events, trying to carefully remove grit from his eyelashes without rubbing at his eyes. "Carefully" isn't really working with his current level of coordination.
The cheerful voice that cuts through the relative silence is unfamiliar, and he attempts to sit up, managing to flip ungracefully onto his chest, his upper body supported by a very nice pillow. (Belatedly, he realizes there's been a clatter of plates and cutlery above the sounds of the shifting blankets.)
And then he's just staring uncomprehendingly at the stranger in his room. A stranger sitting at a table that definitely was not there before, eating food that definitely was not there before. A stranger who has been sitting there while he's been disheveled and completely outside of his normal beauty routine. He would be more self-critical if he wasn't still figuring out the situation.]
Who ... are you, and why are you...
[His mouth is grossly dry. He flaps his hand in tired annoyance as if that will convey his unfinished questions, frowning.]
aftercare 1
The cheerful voice that cuts through the relative silence is unfamiliar, and he attempts to sit up, managing to flip ungracefully onto his chest, his upper body supported by a very nice pillow. (Belatedly, he realizes there's been a clatter of plates and cutlery above the sounds of the shifting blankets.)
And then he's just staring uncomprehendingly at the stranger in his room. A stranger sitting at a table that definitely was not there before, eating food that definitely was not there before. A stranger who has been sitting there while he's been disheveled and completely outside of his normal beauty routine. He would be more self-critical if he wasn't still figuring out the situation.]
Who ... are you, and why are you...
[His mouth is grossly dry. He flaps his hand in tired annoyance as if that will convey his unfinished questions, frowning.]
You're in my room.