Jaejoong rubs the faded red lines from his cheek--it's the sound of people cluttering to grab their things from behind them that wakes him from the deep sleep that this flight put him under. He straightens , pulling down the pair of hoodies riding up his backside and unlatches his seatbelt from digging into his hipbones. He looks next to him at his Master, his expression softening as he shuffles together all the pamphlets about Prague and the different places to visit cluttered on his lap and folding them to fit into the back pocket of his jeans. "Yoo-ah, I think we're here, Wake up- Wake up," he can't help but to yawn at the end of his sentence, and with the lack of seat belt he stretches over his Master's lap with an ease a strained whine leaving him. "Did you look outside yet?" He debates between leaving the warmth of your lap--and pinch of the armrest grinding into his side, and taking a final peek out the window before they're all guided off the plane. He doesn't know when he fell asleep but the evidence is heavy on his shoulders and the way he barely remembers the pieces of the dream he had just before the announcements about landing interrupted him. "The Sun's just coming up, - everything's purple still."
