(surprise me) "Hey, sleepyhead"
"Heeeey…" Morris drawled out, eyes still very much closed. He waved a hand absently, turning his head to the side and squinting at the face that he was slowly focusing on. He stared blearily at the blue-eyed man in front of him. "Aaaaww hell naw." he mumbled sleepily and sat up with a groan, stifling a yawn while running a hand through his hair. The hell happened last night? Okay, so he vaguely recalled going out and drinking with his pals despite being a total lightweight… The room he was in was definitely his room, at the very least. His bed, everything was familiar and all that jazz. Let’s not forget that they were both clothed. Yes good. Rubbing his eyes, Morris then turned to look at the researcher beside him, “Umm… Ishild… right? Mind filling me in on what happened last night? Don’t tell me I left my door open… again… > A >);;;” If he did, he had a few people off the top of his head who would get particularly cross with him if they found out how careless he’s been…
[[timeline is before Auroris went splodey because I can’t work under stressful conditions atm— |D ]]









