[Meanwhile Ed's still glancing around for pants. They are...AHA. Over there. His side, on the floor. That makes sense. A quick gauge and he thinks he can get to them without actually moving too much. Maybe. Fortunately he's less stomachache-y and more balance-challenged and headachey. So it's a matter of leaning over and reaching, and...it's too far. Fuck. Maybe if he rolls onto his stomach and tries to get it...? A little further, a little further...
...Okay, bad idea; he's tangled in the sheets now and can't straighten out. Too far TOO FAR--]
Ohshit.
[He kicks a leg out to try to save his balance, but it's too late, and over he goes.]
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...Okay, bad idea; he's tangled in the sheets now and can't straighten out. Too far TOO FAR--]
Ohshit.
[He kicks a leg out to try to save his balance, but it's too late, and over he goes.]
...Ow.