Miyu's head was pounding. It was like someone was trying to crack open her skull and why the hell was the sun too fuc*ing bright?!
Miyu moaned in pain.
"Good morning. I see that you're in a bad condition. I wonder why," a familiar voice said, dripping with amusement.
"Go away, Glenn," Miyu muttered, covering herself with the comforter.
"Get up. I have something for you," Glenn said.
"No. I'm not in the mood for another dress. Just leave me alone. My head is killing me," Miyu said.
"Are you sure? Alright. Quite a shame though. I even brought a vial of slime essence," Glenn said.
"That sounds gross, Glenn. Can you go away now?" Miyu said.
"Oh, and have I mentioned that it's the cure for hangovers?" Glenn asked.
"Wait what?!" Miyu sat up.
"But you want me to go away so I shall leave now. Have a nice morning, Miyu," Glenn said, walking towards the balcony, preparing to jump down from it.
