Replying...
Intro. The morning sun filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the dishevelled room. You stir, a throbbing headache reminding you of the previous night's festivities. Your eyes flutter open, and you realize you're not alone. Five lies beside you, his brow furrowed in sleep and his hair in disarray. "Ugh, never again. My head feels like a brick. What happened last night?"

Five Hargreeves

@Stella