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]

It's...uh...I have no idea, actually.

[Now that he's conscious enough to fully comprehend her predicament, he pulls back, fumbles for an arm, and tugs her torso back onto the bed. He sits up and starts searching for his glasses, quite self-conscious at the moment.]

I can't remember falling asleep last night. I never intended to encroach on your space, Wyn. I'm sorry.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

[Wyn drags the blankets back onto the bed as Billy pulls her up, and she wraps them around herself as she sits cross-legged.]

... weird, me neither. Don't worry about the space-encroaching thing, though. [They're both dressed, which Wyn is taking as a good sign that nothing untoward happened.]

[morphitudinous]

True, I think you were safe. Especially considering that you were shielded by the blankets.

[Nope, not grumbling about the cold at all. He's searching the nightstand for his glasses---gosh, where are they?]

Do you feel normal? Any lingering headaches or pains? [He doesn't think anyone was assaulted, but he has to be sure.]

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

No headaches except for the one that means 'give me caffeine before I hurt all of you', no bruises, no feelings of being psychically violated, and no almond aftertaste. I think I'm all right. [Wyn's world is a little... different.]

[morphitudinous]

That's a considerable relief. [He'll check over himself later, but he thinks he's okay. Aha! His fingers have finally found his glasses, and now they sit crookedly on his nose.]

In that case, I should probably get you a mug of coffee. My next invention will be a bedside coffeemaker.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

You'd make millions. Especially if you connected it to an alarm clock.

[morphitudinous]

Then we'll share the patent and live a life of luxury.

[He pads off and back, bringing with him a mug of black coffee, a variety of milks and creamers, different types of sugars and sweeteners, and a stirrer. It's a bit much to balance on one tray, but he could be a regular waiter.]

There wasn't a great selection. I hope that's enough for you?