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21 // action // forgetting whole days is my favourite thing!
[ In the library is a big ol' pile of books. Several of the books have forks and spoons lodged between their pages, as though the cutlery has been flung at them at high speed. But it isn't any big ol' pile of books: no, this is a book-and-blanket fort, lovingly built to withstand even the most vicious of onslaught.
Inside, Alex is just waking up.
He notices his pounding head and horribly dry mouth, and makes a long noise of discomfort.
He notices the fact that he's not lying on his couch, but on something hard and uneven, and makes a slightly shorter noise of confusion.
He realises that he doesn't know what he's lying on, then cracks his eyes open until his sluggish brain adds helpfully that he doesn't know where he is, and he makes a considerably shorter noise of panic and sits abruptly upright, jostling the sleeping man beside him (plus the rather large and now rather disgruntled spider which had made a very comfortable web between his arm and chest). He doesn't think about that part, though; it turns out that sitting up so quickly was a bad idea, and now he's knocking books and blankets out of the way so that he can lurch outside the fort on his hands and knees and puke. ]
Inside, Alex is just waking up.
He notices his pounding head and horribly dry mouth, and makes a long noise of discomfort.
He notices the fact that he's not lying on his couch, but on something hard and uneven, and makes a slightly shorter noise of confusion.
He realises that he doesn't know what he's lying on, then cracks his eyes open until his sluggish brain adds helpfully that he doesn't know where he is, and he makes a considerably shorter noise of panic and sits abruptly upright, jostling the sleeping man beside him (plus the rather large and now rather disgruntled spider which had made a very comfortable web between his arm and chest). He doesn't think about that part, though; it turns out that sitting up so quickly was a bad idea, and now he's knocking books and blankets out of the way so that he can lurch outside the fort on his hands and knees and puke. ]
[action]
The moment doesn't last long, not for Philip anyway, because he has gradually started to realise that the sinking feeling in his stomach isn't so much emotional discomfort as it is whatever party foods he had trying to escape to the surface. ]
I'm just... going to get some air.
[ He doesn't wait for a reaction and leaves the fort on his knees, the dress adding an extra layer of awkwardness to his movements.
Outside he finally gets up, stretches, takes a deep breath and-- freezes at the scenery around him. ]