[When Whelk wakes up, it’s a highly generous 2:30pm. But he doesn’t notice that right away. He wakes up as he usually does, sitting bolt upright in bed with sweat on his brow and his back, a strangled gasp filling his ears over the whispering. It’s a highly discomfiting feeling to wake up this way, the worst part of it being that he never quite gets used to it. This episode has left him particularly disoriented though, as it is paired with the very real sensation that there is a body sleeping next to him.
[This morning feels fictional and far away, and his cloudy mind causes his head to whip around, searching for a companion that his brain can’t place.
[Czerny. Where is Czerny? Whelk’s mind can’t process whether he’s looking for a ghost or for his roommate, and his chest continues to heave with quick but labored breaths. His hands are shaking when he goes to slap his cheeks, eyes squeezing shut tight.
[Where is he right now? What year is it? What is this whispering? He covers his ears and curls in on himself, muttering something that he himself can’t understand - even his own words won’t process.
[It takes a long time for the vague edges of the night before to creep back into his consciousness. He took someone home. He’s twenty-four, he’s in his town house, Czerny is dead, and Whelk isn’t supposed to mind that.
[His heart seizes painfully, and he forces himself to straighten in bed and open his eyes. There’s a note on his night stand in Japanese kanji.]
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[This morning feels fictional and far away, and his cloudy mind causes his head to whip around, searching for a companion that his brain can’t place.
[Czerny. Where is Czerny? Whelk’s mind can’t process whether he’s looking for a ghost or for his roommate, and his chest continues to heave with quick but labored breaths. His hands are shaking when he goes to slap his cheeks, eyes squeezing shut tight.
[Where is he right now? What year is it? What is this whispering? He covers his ears and curls in on himself, muttering something that he himself can’t understand - even his own words won’t process.
[It takes a long time for the vague edges of the night before to creep back into his consciousness. He took someone home. He’s twenty-four, he’s in his town house, Czerny is dead, and Whelk isn’t supposed to mind that.
[His heart seizes painfully, and he forces himself to straighten in bed and open his eyes. There’s a note on his night stand in Japanese kanji.]