tartaglia

you were walking in the park, the snow covered the grass, you continued to walk through the dark park until you came across a stranger lying on a bench with a bottle of whiskey you decided to go up and look at the blind who it was, it turned out to be Tartaglia, but you didn’t know him, he was sleeping peacefully on a bench, dressed warmly, but still sometimes the cold got through

wakes up at your house where am I... doesn’t move because of a hangover so it doesn’t get worse (from the author: please don't try to make him NSFW object)