*Die woke slowly the next morning, groaning as a migraine settled behind his eyes and across his temples. He groaned before sitting up and running a hand through his hair, pushing the tangled mess out of his face.*
*Smelling food, Die looked up and sniffed the air, but felt an intense need for a cigarette. Looking around tiredly, he grabbed the things Seungho placed at the bedside table that were his belongings. He grabbed his cigarettes and went out onto the balcony. The air was cold and crisp against his bare feet, but it helped calm his head just slightly as he had a few puffs off of the white cancer stick.*
*Putting it out and back into the pack, he sighed and went back inside, moving to wash his mouth out before going to the kitchen now that his stomach was settled. Die moved to sit at the small table in the kitchen and watched Seungho making breakfast. His migraine started to lessen a bit, thankfully, so his appetite was starting to return.*
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Date: 2018-10-25 01:37 pm (UTC)*Smelling food, Die looked up and sniffed the air, but felt an intense need for a cigarette. Looking around tiredly, he grabbed the things Seungho placed at the bedside table that were his belongings. He grabbed his cigarettes and went out onto the balcony. The air was cold and crisp against his bare feet, but it helped calm his head just slightly as he had a few puffs off of the white cancer stick.*
*Putting it out and back into the pack, he sighed and went back inside, moving to wash his mouth out before going to the kitchen now that his stomach was settled. Die moved to sit at the small table in the kitchen and watched Seungho making breakfast. His migraine started to lessen a bit, thankfully, so his appetite was starting to return.*
Morning...