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[key_youth_bert]

Early morning sunlight falls through the window, playing across the sleeping figures of two bodies twined together.

A bar of light falls across Cuthbert's eyes, and he stirs, rolling over and burying his face in the curve of Susan's shoulder.

That much commala-ing the night before takes it out of a guy.

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[sai_delgado]

She makes a soft, sleepy noise and nestles closer, putting her arms around him.

[key_youth_bert]

Cuthbert mutters something unintelligible, and brushes his mouth against the side of her neck, without opening his eyes.

[sai_delgado]

A slight shiver runs through her and she arches slightly into his touch.

She's beginning to wake up now, oh aye.

[key_youth_bert]

There's a slow, lazy smile, and Cuthbert's eyes are open a bit, now.

"Morning."