"Yeah....uh...good mornin'..." Thaeldred
Getting shoved out of his bed - that was a new and not so exiting way to wake up. He let out a groan as he hit the floor, grimacing and curling up on his side, tucking his head between his hands while he waited for the room to stop spinning. “Fuuuck.”
How Thaeldred was up, shouting, throwing shit and threatening permanent damage was beyond him.
Finally he raised his head, holding up an arm to stave off the brawler as he came around the bed. “Would you calm the fuck down? And stop fucking yelling.” With his eyes closed, he managed to pull himself to his feet, wincing as his head spun, threatened to fall off his shoulders.
“Nothing fucking happened. You were too fucking drunk to get back to your own fucking house and I don’t have a fucking couch anymore, do I? Now get the fuck out of my face so I can get some fucking coffee.”
