Gherron Dragovalor
Space dad
Gherron woke up with the worst hangover. Trying to pry his eyes open, he stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before trying to sit up, and immediately getting dizzy, falling back down. "Yeah... that's not gonna happen. Giving himself another full thirty seconds, he tried to get up again, this time succeeding. What he saw immediately confused him, and he began looking around. "The hell is this? The hell is that? The hell are you??" He pointed to a tiny rat, which on cue, stopped what it was doing, perked it's ears up, and stared at the man for a moment before dashing off through the bars with a small protein bar, which looked oddly like one from Gherron's pockets. Looking up at the barred door, he cock ed an eyebrow. So... he was in some kind of jail. Clearly, there'd been a mistake. A mistake he intended on fixing. Getting up, he sauntered to the bars and placed his hands on them, yelling. "Hello in here! I don't belong in this cell! GET ME OUT!" The man was obviously not handling his first hangover very well. However, anybody nearby would think it was his hundredth, as his eyes were bloodshot, his hair messy, and his beard a wild mess. His hoodie had a few holes in it, and frankly, he looked like a bum. It was a very good thing he hadn't touched his lightsaber in a while.... Things could get ugly if he got out of control with it at this point. After noticing that his yelling did absolutely nothing, he walked back over to the small cot and kicked it softly.
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