He sits up, and then his face tightens a little in pain, because it feels like someone has been beating him across the shoulders with a bokuto, and he feels like he'd remember that much. He reaches over one shoulder, carefully, and brushes against the edge of one of his wings, which immediately pulls away from his touch and makes him hiss a little in pain]
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He sits up, and then his face tightens a little in pain, because it feels like someone has been beating him across the shoulders with a bokuto, and he feels like he'd remember that much. He reaches over one shoulder, carefully, and brushes against the edge of one of his wings, which immediately pulls away from his touch and makes him hiss a little in pain]
I think this is worse than being hung-over.