At the elleth’s kiss, Finrod flushed bright red. “Th-I do not think-” he stuttered awkwardly, before composing himself with a thin smile. “Thank you for the kiss, my lady, though I feel it was slightly… unwarranted.”
Finrod looked at the fruit on his desk with a confused frown. “Hello? Is anybody there?” he called. Who would have gotten through a locked door to leave such a gift, he wondered.
“I have never had the pleasure of interacting with you properly, but from what you say and do you seem an honourable and intriguing elleth.”
♣ = Drunk Message!
>hlep
>ther seems to be some sort of party
>i am not at it
>we mstu remedy this imemdiately
Finrod held his hand to his head and groaned, the memories of last night’s party filtering through the sponge that seemed to have replaced his brain. He did not know whose bed he was in, or even what day it was. The last thing he remembered was drinking with the group and then talking to a pretty elleth.
He saw her now, in the bed beside him, and decided to scarper before she woke up. If, of course, this headache would even let him sit up.