[Dorian wakes up more slowly. He's a lazy shit like that. He blinks at the ceiling, slowly pushes himself up. Ew, is that grime on his hands? So gross. His face feels the need to express that.
And then there's a voice. Dorian's head turns, takes in the looks of the girl, and then makes himself smile. No need to be a dick to a random teenager.] No idea. Are you all right?
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And then there's a voice. Dorian's head turns, takes in the looks of the girl, and then makes himself smile. No need to be a dick to a random teenager.] No idea. Are you all right?