[The Hollow is still passed at one of tea room tables with his head buried in his folded arms, his kosode missing and there seems to be scribbles of marker all over his back. He hasn't had the joy of waking up to the mess of the mansion or a pounding headache from the ultimate hangover just yet.]
[The hollow sits up immediately with a snarl, ready to kill the source of the noise that caught him off guard before the extreme head pain of the hangover kicks at him.]
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[With a pounding headache, the hollow looks around slightly at the... tea room he's apparently in. And no one's there.]
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