Drunkards

France, September 25th 1803

7:27 AM

After Lukas left his room, Lucius stayed on his bed, still burying his face in his hands. He remembered everything he had done last night, including the way he talked and acted to Lukas.

Lucius grunted in embarrassment. 'It can't be, it can't be! I may have been drunk, but it surely offended him! That's why he talked to me like that!' he thought before finally raising his head with a deep sigh. 'This is the worst, what am I gonna do?' the black-haired boy wondered.

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Lukas sighed. "Anyway, get ready quick. I want you downstairs in two minutes, or I'll drag you there no matter what you're wearing, do I make myself clear?"

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France, September 25th 1803

7:27 AM

Remembering that, Lucius took a deep breath. '...I guess I should at least get ready while thinking about what to do,' he thought.