ITP: bedninja

[handsycrafts]

[Having an afternoon nap on a lazy August afternoon? Or maybe you're still hungover from last night's booze-fest and sleeping it off? Or maybe you just find yourself getting drowsy during your normal day-to-day and needing to take a break? No matter the reason for sleeping, you are now in another person's bed/have a visitor in yours. How's that

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[dirtyspells]

[Hogging all the blankets. And the pillows.]

[dirtyspells]

[I don't think Hawke sounds like that.]

. . . Hawke?

[notallmiracles]

Fang?

[dirtyspells]

[She doesn't even want to open her eyes at this point.]

This . . . isn't Hawke, is it?

[notallmiracles]

Umm ... sorry, I'm not ...

[sitting up slowly]

It looks like Camp did it again! I was sleeping so well, too.

[dirtyspells]

[Sitting up, peeking a teeny bit.]

I don't like the sound of "again". Tell me this stops eventually.

[notallmiracles]

[hugs her knees]

It's happened ever since I got here.

[puts a hand over her mouth]

I'd say "it's nice to see you again," buuut that would be a little strange given the circumstances.

[dirtyspells]

[Opening her eyes the rest of the way.]

Oh! We did meet before, didn't we? Strange, but strangely better than waking up next to someone you don't know.

[notallmiracles]

Camp does that sometimes ...

[spookmagnet]

[But that means I'm going to be very cold, since I sleep naked.]

[dirtyspells]

[I am never waking up.]

[spookmagnet]

[Tony tugs fitfully at the blanket, trying to reclaim it.]

[dirtyspells]

[Tugging back, though doing so weakly.]

[spookmagnet]

Dammit, Lee . . . don' hog th' blanket . . . need beauty sleep mor'n you do. [As he begins to drift awake from the temperature, Tony mumbles at his not-present boyfriend, because who else would be stealing his blankets?]

[dirtyspells]

[The only way to remedy this is by snuggling with you.]

[spookmagnet]

[Snuggles! Snuggles are excellent. Tony is an inveterate cuddler, much as he'd deny it when awake. He's happy to snuggle, since it means more blankets over him, and, in his sleepy, mostly-out mind, he's still thinking it's Lee he's in bed with.

Of course, Lee is a total hunk, and Merrill . . . is a twiglike elf. This does feel a bit odd.]