"You smell like, in ascending order, soap, cherries, fish, vomit, fishes that ARE vomiting-" came Heru's voice, irritably loud close to my ear, "-and lastly, you smell like the Fairy Prince all over. I mean, everywhere. What the hell, Aries!"I sat sullenly at the little kitchen table, head in my hands, leaning forward with my eyes closed. Heru's making an especial clatter of pots and pans, under the pretense of cooking. With food in our vault, and servants at beck and call. Yeah, he's pissed.I guessed it was close to evening time, but underground it was damned hard to tell without the gardens nearby. My head pounded worse than I'd ever remembered. I'm sure that is also contributing to Heru's irritation, seeing as he could share some feelings, and even more pain. And, being as alcohol was a depressant, I already felt crappy about everything and wanted to just disappear from the castle. Hell, from our quest. L
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