[Aglokay] ⇄ whatever you put out there is gonna come back
Henry actually didn’t spend as much time on sleeping as he was telling everybody. He’s been doing many other things in the past three days. He had to disassemble his PC, he had to cook for himself and show up at Buck’s and give a few painful interviews, not to mention a word about those reports that he’s been finishing for his commander. All the possible gods knew that it was the worst job one could be forced to do. For two hours he’d been wondering if he could find someone eager to do this crap; eventually he just made himself sit for three past hours trying to remember all the stuff he’d done while sober and those he’s done on the first day behaving like a fucking drunk five year old. It was tragic and stupid and foolish and all those words that a prince wasn’t supposed to be. He would be forever grateful for having his life saved... but that was the story for another time.
The prince yawned and opened next bottle of coke, after that he stared at the screen for a few seconds and then just decided that he would go for a walk before finishing with that crap. He checked the file status and then just closed text editor and switched off the monitor. Clouds on the evening sky meant that there was a high chance for a rain and that it would be cold to just take a damn coat on a tee. When Windsor was diving into his wardrobe for a long, black hoodie, he suddenly heard a doorbell. Pulling the hoodie on and checking the fly in his jeans he went to the door with every intention of ignoring the intruder. He checked the peephole out of curiosity and then almost immediately unlocked and opened the door. Now, that was a pleasant surprise.
