Redhawk Caldera Welcome to the Labyrinth

Ah, shit. Wrong girl. Hell, had he not remembered who he treated? Or was he just as derpsy as he was last time he had a drink that made him a bit off with life? Hell, whether he was a derp, a herp, or he had to burp, he couldn't just call a toots by a title that wasn't even hers, and live with that. Ash knew it wasnt a matyer to consider a serious ordeal, but the guilt was guiltin him, bad.

Fumbling to his fours, the sun sheathed male made his way off of room floor, and surprisingly a silent trek to the infirmary where he treated Somnia. Gawd, how could he have mistaken her for his sister? What in Satan's balls, dude?

"Somnia, I," what, apologize for what? Calling you a girl who looks nothing like you because im half outta my mind for sake of the, "Im sorry for that. I was like, out of it. Like bruh. It was narley. Like the ride was pretty chill for me. I just woke up a bit estranged. And somehow, I thought I was back at my old place, and mistaked you for my baby sis. Coulda been the light."

Was he blabberin, flappin his gums, or talkin out of his ass? He couldn't distinguish the difference at the moment.

"Forgive me, sweets?"

Leafy irises gazed through the lime green glow of the light, giving the irises he held a darker shade than what they were.