"CPR"
My muse is unconscious! Send me "CPR" and my muse will react to waking up while yours is in the process of giving mouth to mouth!
Everything seemed... unusually hazy just before the raven opened his eyes. Where was he? What was that terrible pounding in his head? For that matter, what was his head resting on? It seemed a bit too firm and too warm to be a pillow..... And most importantly what on earth was pressing against his lips? His eyes snapped open, and he was a bit less than shocked to find a certain red eyed man hovering over him. "What on earth do you think you are doing?" He asked in a stern, slightly exasperated tone of voice, one that came out much raspier that it normally did. Just what was going on?











