Room 215, Saturday Morning

[gavegoodface]

Face was in a great mood this morning (inasmuch as one could be in any kind of mood when still half asleep). The dance had been fun, he and Cass had both won prom crowns, and she'd stayed over after.

Sighing happily, he snuggled in closer to her.

[For one...then some more.]

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[seeks_truth]

Cassandra sighed softly as she began to stir. She was always an early riser, and was only beginning to find some compromise with rights to Face being... not an early riser.

Still, she was hardly in a terrible mood when she opened her eyes and saw his face. She was nice, and warm, and mm, snuggles. She smoothed her fingers gently through his hair, content.

[gavegoodface]

Face grinned sleepily at her. "Mornin'" he mumbled.

[seeks_truth]

"It most certainly is," Cassandra teased gently. She slid her thumb over his cheekbone. "Good morning."

[gavegoodface]

"It's that too," Face agreed. Always ready to be witty, that was him. He turned his head to kiss her palm. "Best way to end a good night is a good morning."

He'd spent time thinking that one up.

[wraithlets]

After getting her fill of exploring, Adra made her way up to younger-Dad's room and banged on the door.

"Dad? You here? I brought breakfast."

[gavegoodface]

At least Face was somewhat prepared for this one.

"It's open," he called out.

[wraithlets]

"I got pastries," Adra said, holding out the bag as she came in. "Least I think they're pastries, the food here is weird."

[gavegoodface]

"They definitely smell like pastries," Face agreed. "Hey, Adra, you want to meet your sister?"

Face, don't break your elder child.