Light spilled onto Seras's eyelids, waking him from the realm of sleep. He groaned as the light filtering through his skin set his head pounding. His tongue felt heavy, his saliva thick and gummy, he rolled over to escape the punishment of the bright morning sun.
Seras's landed on the floor with a sharp thump shortly followed by quite cursing.
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Meanwhile: Fenrir whistled to himself as he tied a apron around his back. Behind him he had a wok heating on a wood burning stove, flames licked the side of the pan as it heated. Fenrir turned around, a bright smile on his face as he poured a but of oil into the hot pan. Next he threw in some cold rice from the night before, the grain sizzled and popped as it touched the oil. He grabbed the handle and quickly stirfried the rice.
Fenrir looked up at the ceiling as he heard a loud thump and groaning. He smiled to himself and threw in the rest of the ingredients. Some eggs, carrots, onions, sesame oil, soy sauce, and dashi were thrown into the wok.
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Seras's struggled to his feet, he swayed precariously and tried to blink the grogginess from sleep away. At that point he was about fifty percent sure somebody poisoned him during his drinking binge last night, it felt as if his eyes were sand.
His room was small, to say the least. It was situated on the second floor of a small house his familia owned. Seras's bed dominated half the room, it was surrounded by walls on three of its sides. A small window was cut out of the wall near the headboard of the bed. Next to the bed was a fairly large dresser where Seras kept all his possessions.
Seras stumbled toward the dresser, well more toward what was on the dresser. He lurched and leaned heavily onto the edge of the dresser and grabbed a tankard. His hands lightly shook as he downed what was in it.
Warm, stale beer spilled into his mouth and down his throat. Seras coughed as he dropped the mug. If he had been drinking that all night, he was surprised he wasn't dead. He glanced down at his sorry bedraggled clothes, he frowned and undressed. Seras fingered a few of his worst scars that criss crossed his chest and shoulders.
As he finished dressing himself he grabbed his short sword and lute and strapped them to his body.
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Fenrir, still smiling took the wok off the stove and placed it on the wooden counter behind him. He grabbed a few bowls and silverware and started dishing out the steaming hot food.
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Seras glared down the narrow stairway, as if judging his chance of falling. Steeling himself, and practically hugging the railing, he started down the steep stairway.
When Seras took that last step into the landing he let out a explosive breath. He tried to fix his flaming red hair as he stepped into the kitchen area. The smell of the freshly prepared food wafted into his face, it was sheer force of will he stopped himself from emptying his stomach.
Seras grimaced and glared at Fenrir's smiling face. "Your looking a bit green around the gills there Seras, drink too much last night?" Fenrir laughed lightly at his familia members blight.
Seras groaned jokingly and rubbed his pounding head. "If I looked as bad as I felt people would be afaird I was dead. Now I appreciate the work you put into this food Fen, but do you have
anything stronger?" Seras practically pleaded.
Fenrir frowned and grabbed a small bottle of wine from under the counter and slid it too Seras. "You should really eat something Seras." Fenrir chided. "You have to remember a healthy body is a healthy mind, and you nees both to survive in the dungeon." Fenrir said too Seras's back, who had grabbed the bottle of wine and was walking out the door.
Seras grabbed the door handle and pulled it open. "At least be safe, somebody has to bring home the money other then me." Fenrir mused as Seras walked out the door and closed it.
Seras manoeuvred through the early morning streets toward the guild hall. The short but ardous journey finished as he walked into the entranceway to the hall. On his walk he had been bombarded by smells, cooking food, incense, tobbaco, ect, it was enough to almost make him sick.
A few minutes later he walked out of the guild hall empty handed, he had asked if they could pair him with a group. He was told his best bet was find other free adventurers outside. He tried to straighten himself up enough to not look like total shit for first impressions.
Seras turned as, what seemed another adventurer, started yelling. Seras turned at walked toward her, when he was close to her he spoke up. "Now keep it down, I'm trying my best not too die." Seras said with a grave smile and a wink.
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