It was early morning when Luciano hauled himself out onto the main floor of the mansion, scarlet eyes bleak from lack of sleep. The catsune let out a low groan, his pink padded paw rubbing his pounding head, presumably from the bright sunlight that streamed into the building. It was painfully obvious that Luci was hungover just from appearance; his silky fur was tossed up around his neck which hinted at a night not spent alone, and his eyes had that hungover glaze to them. The smell of red wine drifted from him as one got closer. All signs pointed to the black catsune being hungover from a busy night prior. Stretching out his long limbs, Luciano gave his face a rub with both paws as he sat on his ass. Running his paws over his silver marked cheeks, Luci huffed to himself as he swore off alcohol for likely the fifth time within the past two weeks. None of his past run ins with alcohol had left him this.. Messy. Licking his parched lips, the eleven month old Cartellian opened his red eyes in hopes of finding some sort of beverage that wasn’t alcohol to help his thirst. Well, this wasn’t how he pictured his day beginning, but Luciano supposed it could have been worse. "Fuck.."