WAKING UP!

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Your character is in a nice, warm bed, wearing their bedclothes (or lack thereof) of choice. It's comfortable, it's fluffy, and it's great...

Unfortunately, someone's in bed with them. They might roll over and accidentally cop a feel before waking up fully, they might notice the heat on their backs, but whatever the case may be, there's someone in there with them. They could easily remember the night before, how that happened, but...

Where's the fun in that?

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[morphitudinous]

[Consciousness is slowly returning. He first holds his companion tighter, then cracks open an eyelid. Huh? Opening both blurry eyes now, spotting a small blue form in his arms. When did he...]

Renne? [Might be subtly inching away, in case Renne feels threatened]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::Yawn. Purr-trill. Blink. A few seconds later, the ears twitch forward:: Bee? Eeeee?
::Another blearly blink. Nose-twitch. Is that a...why, yes. It's a little flash of 'happy'::

[morphitudinous]

Hey. [Still kinda sleepy, as evidenced by the yawn.] When did you get here?

[Not that he minds. He'll just carefully roll onto his back now, slightly embarrassed.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eeee. S-lee-pee.

::Almost-shrug. He doesn't quite know when. Squeaky yawn. And..hm. Yes. Burrow. Or try to. Purr::

[morphitudinous]

What time is it, anyway?

[No, he's not going to get up to find out. It's a rhetorical question.]

I should get to work, but... [If Renne's conscious and still wants to burrow close to him, he can. Billy will just move an arm back around him now, and curl a little closer. His sentence finishes with a quiet hum.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee?

::Albeit yes, the beastie burrow-purrs in and one hand/paw comes up to kind of have his fingers curl into the flannel a bit, the imp does end up speaking. Drowsily.::

Noh ti-me.. Wohrrrrk?

[morphitudinous]

Build things. I work all day long.

[He's normally more articulate than that, but he's too warm and cozy and sleepy to be as verbose as usual. He'd rather rub Renne's back again.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Ooooh..

::Yawn. At first, a tiny hitch of breath (the skin of his back has a rather unsightly rough texture to it) but soon, very soon, the purring resumes. As does almost-articulate half-chatter::

Rrrr-enne hell-p?

[morphitudinous]

[Pfft, who cares about rough textures, his hands are calloused from all that work anyway.]

Maybe later. If we both do it, it won't take as long. [Or so he thinks. His breathing's starting to slow again.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee...Rrr-enne hell-p Bee.

::Purrrr, yes. Purr. His head's found its way to a shoulder. One hand clings to the Human's flannel pyjama top. The other? Oh, yes...sometimes he sucks his thumb. Especially when so very content. Rare, that::

[morphitudinous]

[Nod. He subtly shifted his head, trying to make more room for Renne. And to see...was he sucking his thumb? Billy had to smile sleepily at that.]

Later, okay? Let's rest a little longer. [He'll be sighing happily and securing Renne against him now.]

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee..

::He's perfectly fine with that! Not going anywhere, nope. Thumb in his mouth, other hand curled in the flannels. Purr-yawn. A little chin-nuzzle. Oi, already, the big eyes go closed::