“rise and shine, sweet thing.” - From Sarabelle to whichever muse you feel like~
he doesn’t so much wake up as he does jerk into sitting position, a movement so fast that something cramps in protest. scratch that, everything hurts. he blinks up at her, shielding his eyes from the sun. it’s warm, the sun, but it doesn’t keep away the morning chill and that vague feeling of embarrassment.
“---- aw, man did I accidentally fall asleep outside again? feels like I did.”
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