[As soon as he's set down, Zelos manages to stand on his own two feet for a grand total of two seconds before he takes a step forward and gracefully falls right on his knees. He starts heaving a little, shaking as the adrenaline rush makes its way through his exhausted body.] "Hooo boy. Oh my god, fuck," [he laughs, one hand on the ground and the other on his chest,] "I'm gonna throw up. This is worse than coming home hungover. I'm going to die."
[He'll be fine, he's just also a bitch and, honestly, he's not actually very confident he can get up right now.]
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[He'll be fine, he's just also a bitch and, honestly, he's not actually very confident he can get up right now.]