[ Hungover, someone like Solange Aster, a well-respected and well-accomplished member of the collegiate community who maintains not only his personal Dean's list placement, but aids other students in achieving their goals as well...? No, never him. Despite having grown up abroad, and in a country where the legal age to drink wine and beer is a mere 16 years of age, Solange has never cared for alcohol, and most certainly has never before been inebriated. Which is why...
The migraine is a pain, though not enough of one to prevent him from reaching out, shoving Gabe's arm when his companion (now compatriot?) begins to cough and laugh and somehow still swallow the medication down. ]
Be careful.
[ Shifting, Solange seeks out the most comfortable position he is able, winding up on his side with his hair pillowed beneath his head. ]
If I may do what I please, I'm--... [ Slowly, he allows for his eyes to fall closed, lashes fanning against his cheek. ] ...going to nap with you.
[ And that's that. ]
But you musn't tell another soul that their RA skipped his own afternoon class.
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The migraine is a pain, though not enough of one to prevent him from reaching out, shoving Gabe's arm when his companion (now compatriot?) begins to cough and laugh and somehow still swallow the medication down. ]
Be careful.
[ Shifting, Solange seeks out the most comfortable position he is able, winding up on his side with his hair pillowed beneath his head. ]
If I may do what I please, I'm--... [ Slowly, he allows for his eyes to fall closed, lashes fanning against his cheek. ] ...going to nap with you.
[ And that's that. ]
But you musn't tell another soul that their RA skipped his own afternoon class.