WAKING UP!

[twin-fans.livejournal.com]

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?

Comments

A handbasket in the backseat of a fast car?

[goddamnwingman]

[At least somebody is warm. Because it's kind of getting chilly on this side, Tim, even if the room is kind of warm. Which leads to Dick reaching over Terry, as much as he can, and grabbing for the blankets.

Not really awake, but still.]

In any case, we're all going south, and it's gonna be fast.

[mrsarcastic003]

[Tim grumbles a little under his breath and holds on tight to the blanket. You can have it when you pry it from his warm, sleeping fingers, Dick.]

A car in the cargo of the SS Handbasket, sailing to Antarctica!

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

[Denial's a beautiful thing. Terry's so far in denial, he's just gonna roll with this. So he elbows Tim in the ribs, and yanks on the blanket for Dick.]

Toot toot!

[goddamnwingman]

[Denial is a beautiful thing. Seriously beautiful. Especially when you're the only one awake, Terry. Dick closes his hand around the blanket and tugs with Terry's help.]

Anchors aweigh!

[mrsarcastic003]

[Tim opens his eyes to glare at Terry. Then blinks. Again.]

Why are you taking my blankets?

Stand Navy down the field, sails set to the skkkyyyy~

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

Because I guess Dick needs them.

[Terry just looks at Tim. Like this was the most obvious f***ing thing ever.]

I have no idea what the rest of the words are

[goddamnwingman]

'S chilly on this side. [Yeah, that sorta made sense. Though Dick's starting to wake up enough to realize, dude, this is kind of weird.] Uh. Hn.

Me either. ::sadface::

[mrsarcastic003]

[Tim stares back at him. They're his blankets]

...Okay. Why are you two in my bed? Wait--no. Why am I in your bed? Whose bed is this?

I only know one verse, really. My elem school rewrote the words

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

Don't ask me, I don't even remember going to bed.

[goddamnwingman]

I have no idea whose bed it is. Are there normally beds large enough for three people on the ship? [Not that Dick had been looking, mind.] And yeah, ditto on no memory of going to bed, so...what?

[mrsarcastic003]

...Not that I've seen. [Not that he's been looking either.] And--maybe we were drugged? I don't remember going to sleep either.

[mutters] Been kind of avoiding it with all these nightmare-things happening...