@bitgrls asked: "Good of you to join us." (bitgrls. duke >:)) // sleep/unconscious prompts
MICHAEL GROANS, digging the base of his palm into his forehead in a half-baked attempt to drive away the headache that feels as if its drilling into the back of his skull. His eyes stay trained on the ground for a few moments, half-closed, adjusting to the light creeping into the corners of his vision. It's dark down there, in the hole, and though his vision thrives while turned... it makes adjusting to emerging when he's already exhausted a bit of a nightmare.
It isn't uncommon for him to be out of it after his monthly transformations. It used to be worse: the physical effects combined with the mental toll ( so many times he would sit, dazed and guilt-ridden, water dripping down his hands and face as his father gently cleaned the blood ). There's less emotional strife now, at least, but the exhaustion is the same.
"How long was I out?" He asks, a slight rasp to his voice as he adjusts to using it again. Duke's presence is what surprises him the most. Immediately put on edge, yet also wondering why she's even here. "Where's Ollie?"