Hjalmar heard a voice but he didn't know which direction it was coming from. He was disorientated and very dizzy. Fuck, he felt sick as a dog. Moving toward the voice by rolling over onto his side the Swede squinted and saw Ansgar moving side to side. He was all fuzzy around the edges and nothing was in clear focus.
"Ansgar? Ungh---fuck---"
Pitching to his side once more, Hjalmar threw up and retched, feeling the acid burn his throat and his stomach lurch painfully. His feet moved slightly kicking aside two more empty booze bottles. Ivar's gut rot stickers firmly attached around the base. Wiping his mouth with the back of his arm Hjalmar was in a bad state.
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Date: 2022-08-21 08:06 pm (UTC)"Ansgar? Ungh---fuck---"
Pitching to his side once more, Hjalmar threw up and retched, feeling the acid burn his throat and his stomach lurch painfully. His feet moved slightly kicking aside two more empty booze bottles. Ivar's gut rot stickers firmly attached around the base. Wiping his mouth with the back of his arm Hjalmar was in a bad state.
"---is that you?"