For several long moments Corrival said nothing and did nothing except breathe. Well, his mind pointed out, God was the next logical step on from Archangel. Except if Archangel was the same as Faceless One but on the other side of the coin, in which case God was unlikely.
"You're still drunk," he mumbled. "You're still drunk and you're not going to shut up unless I give you what you want, are you?"
He sighed heavily into the sofa cushions and then waved without looking in the general direction of wherever they'd left the phone last night. On the floor by one of the armchairs, he thought it might have been. "S'over there. Now I'm going to get up and make a hangover cure, and if I throw up it'll be on your shoes."
So saying, the old sorcerer gave himself another few moments to brace himself and then hauled himself upright--not too quick so as to make his stomach rebel, but quick enough that he couldn't pause halfway and run out of oomph. Even still, he groaned and clutched his head, rising to his feet and leaning heavily on the sofa as he shuffled toward the kitchen.
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"You're still drunk," he mumbled. "You're still drunk and you're not going to shut up unless I give you what you want, are you?"
He sighed heavily into the sofa cushions and then waved without looking in the general direction of wherever they'd left the phone last night. On the floor by one of the armchairs, he thought it might have been. "S'over there. Now I'm going to get up and make a hangover cure, and if I throw up it'll be on your shoes."
So saying, the old sorcerer gave himself another few moments to brace himself and then hauled himself upright--not too quick so as to make his stomach rebel, but quick enough that he couldn't pause halfway and run out of oomph. Even still, he groaned and clutched his head, rising to his feet and leaning heavily on the sofa as he shuffled toward the kitchen.