Katls woke up more or less. He was concouse but his eyes refused to open. He was apsoletly hungover, and his breath tasted of old grapes.
He felt a weight on his chest, something simlar to a cat, but closer to a human shape.
He opened his eyes, but his head refused to turn to see what was on his chest. He saw several wine bottles, confetei and bloons on the floor next to him.
His head finnaly obayed and he moveed his head to see his torso. Passed out on his chest was Rare, sleeping peacefuly.
The room was a mess, with several other fourm members passed out on the ether the floor or slumpped agaist the wall.
Great, Gorgro and Kerrigan are going to be so p***ed, he thought in frustation as he tryed to reember what happened last night. Then he saw the banner saying "Happy Birthday Katls!" One other thing he noticed was that Charles was not sleeping, but unconcus with many cuts and bruses.
He wondered how he was going to avoid getting a beating from a couple of people when he heard Rare grunt in her sleep.
He smiled as he looked at the sleeping mew. She is just a little angel when she's asleep, he thought as he carefully moved Rare off his chest and onto a nearby chair. One of the adavtages of injecting Protoss DNA into yourself was the ability to recover quickly from hangovers.
He walked over to Charles and look at the cuts, which matches the tips of his talons, and that threoy was confermed when he found blood on his talons. He smelled that he was at one point near Rare, around the same time that he reseved the wounds. He figure that he and Rare got in a aurgument and it exclated into a fight and Katls intervened, meaning he joined Rare in the process of beating the living s*** out of Charles.
He chuckled and moved on, thinking that it must have been a great night last night. Any beating would be worth it as soon as he got the memorys back, brain damage would be healed by the Zerg DNA in him.
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