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Half Of Him is still there when he stirs, so little a weight ( but so warm a feeling! ) nestled into his side. He thinks at first that He has fallen asleep too, drowsy with good, filling rest that he is, but His breathing is not slow enough and His scent says "focused" instead of "relaxed". He smells of charcoal too, sharper than usual, and there is a familiar shht-shht sound — it pulls him further up out of sleep, curious to see what strange shape his precious thing must be capturing.
Half Of Me, he greets with a slow blink, loving. Then, yawning. He stretches the best he can when his human is leaning against him like this, and turns his head to peer at the dead-skin thing He likes to put His nonsense-but-not-nonsense markings on. He looks! And...looks. Keeps looking.
What is that??