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BIRDS I AM NOT SO SURE ABOUT.
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Most of the people Simon knew had poor sleeping patterns. The sudden motivation to experiment with blood magic that seemed to crop up in others every now and again, tended to mean those they kept in contact with would, more often than not, forgo sleep if it meant potentially unearthing something new in the craft. Simon didn't need to sleep at all, which made it all the stranger that they'd actually been sleeping pretty regularly recently. They blamed Terrance, more than anything, and their providing them with a bed and something like security. They still weren't planning on sticking around, but having somewhere to have a nap close at hand meant they were taking the opportunity to sleep as often as they reasonably could. It didn't mean they were getting attached.
Their eyes flickered slightly, vision blurred with sleep, as the bed seemed to dip slightly, an added weight causing the mattress to move beneath Simon. They were struck with the realisation that they should probably be concerned that someone else was here, with them in a vulnerable position, but they were still half-asleep, and drowsy, and caring seemed like far too much effort at the moment. They were never this easy-going when lucid.
Simon huffed something incomprehensible under their breath as they leant towards the warm presence beside them, moving to hook an arm around the other's waist, pressing their cheek against the warmth of their back, eyes still half-lidded and incapable of assigning an identity to the figure in the darkness.
"Terrance?" Simon asked, throat hoarse and cracking slightly. They assumed it was the Enderother. If nothing else they doubted anyone other than them would have made it into the house in one piece, but perhaps they were overestimating the security of the place. Either way. If it was Terrance they were safe enough, they supposed, curling themselves around the warm body as best they could in an attempt to sap up what little heat they could steal.