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[hisbikeahorse]

*Tonight in camp, all is quiet, the world blanketed in soft white snow under the stars. You turn over in your bed, shifting to a more comfortable position under the blankets and

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[blue_on_deck]

[That's all I can ask of you]

[woodfortono]

[well good because you are warm and i am snuggling closer]

[blue_on_deck]

[That is totally cool with me.]

[woodfortono]

[look somebody here has to wake up eventually and it is not going to be me]

[blue_on_deck]

[Soon soon. I am just use to random people getting in bed with me.]

[woodfortono]

[i am not! but i sleep like a dead person so it hardly matters]

[blue_on_deck]

[Okay, opening an eye because you don't feel like a body I am use too.

... oh. well that's awkward.]

[woodfortono]

[not for me! i am just nosing closer and my cheek is mushed against your collarbone as i bury my face against your chest]

[blue_on_deck]

[ . . . Dilemma. Do I even want to bother waking you up? You look so peaceful.]

[woodfortono]

[well, it's finally processing that this bed is a lot warmer and bonier than it should normally be, so my face is scrunching up as i make a sleepy noise and start to wake up, finally]

[blue_on_deck]

[Oh good. I'll just stare and wait for you to make the connection.]

[woodfortono]

[just blinks up at you tiredly for long moments before his eyes go wide, but not alarmed]

...Joe? Um. What are you... doing here?

[blue_on_deck]

Camp moved me here. It's something that happens at times.

[woodfortono]

Oh. Great.

[tries to roll over and can't, and now he looks a little alarmed]

...uh.

[blue_on_deck]

. . . What's wrong?

[woodfortono]

[still mostly plastered against your chest and looking up at you with a consternated expression]

I can't move.