by october 2056
"Jesus fucking Christ," groaned the ex-Hitrost. Nausea lit up the world like a lit cigarette: hazy and dim. His steps weren't straight, and he knew that celebrating a successful shoot should not have such devastating after effects. His designs - worn by him, duh - managed to be published on one of the Muggle Vogue magazines, he believed it was from Italy.
Everything was perfect, for now.
He stumbled into the bustling cafe, resting his foot on the desk. He announced something incoherent, before fainting, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He didn't feel much aside from his aching head, and the sharp pain stabbing his back. "Help," he mumbled, "heeeeeeelp..."
"Jesus fucking Christ," groaned the ex-Hitrost. Nausea lit up the world like a lit cigarette: hazy and dim. His steps weren't straight, and he knew that celebrating a successful shoot should not have such devastating after effects. His designs - worn by him, duh - managed to be published on one of the Muggle Vogue magazines, he believed it was from Italy.
Everything was perfect, for now.
He stumbled into the bustling cafe, resting his foot on the desk. He announced something incoherent, before fainting, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He didn't feel much aside from his aching head, and the sharp pain stabbing his back. "Help," he mumbled, "heeeeeeelp..."
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