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Send "(─‿‿─)" to cuddle with my muse!
Still asleep in bed, having apparently overslept on this lazy sunday, Aamon silently tossed about in bed. Dressed in a large band t-shirt, from a concert Sidon had begged him to attend with her the previous night, he tussled about on top of the blankets and sheets.
Though soon enough, his rolling about stopped when Sidon introduced herself back into the mix. Nuzzled up against him, he was slowly stirred to wake by the warm body beside him and the sweet smell of her hair wafting up to him. He still had no idea what type of shampoo the woman used, but the scent was so intrinsically tied to her in his mind that it did a lot to help stir him.
“Mmn...”
Claws and tail looped around her lazily as he begun to, slowly, wake up. Seems the concert had taken quite a bit out of him.
“G’mornin....” A lengthy, throaty yawn escaped him. “...Sidon.”
