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[roadmostbloody]

Morning.  The sounds of traffic, and of neighbours.  Of life, the city waking.  And the sun, shining summer-bright through uncurtained windows into a still most-unfurnished bedroom.  A broad, muscled form groans, and tries to hide his face against a smaller, curvier one's shoulder.

Wow.  That was a lot of wine last night, huh?

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[greenasamber]

Too much. Enh. The smaller one squinches her face against the sunlight, and pulls up a blanket. Or tries to. Her arms don't reach quite as far as they should. "Mmmn?"

[roadmostbloody]

Ow. Noises. Right in his ear, even. "Nng." Blanket is an excellent plan. Or pillow. Or something. Unfortunately, his body is just as not-quite-right as hers is, and in the attempt to reach such a thing, he probably ends up clocking her in the head with an elbow. Whoops.

[greenasamber]

Ow! There is shoving, and burrowing under the quilts.

[roadmostbloody]

;_;!!! Why the shoving?? it's not like it was on purpose. He makes a sound rather like an insulted puppy -- and then like a kicked one, yelping as he loses his half-off-the-bed balance and goes tumbling to the floor.