(Can't get him to shut up while he's awake, but by God, she can get him to sleep longer.
Sophie hates waking up with a passion. The rays caress her face, and she glares right at them with the strength of a thousand suns, before her hand taps around the bed to see if she can find the owner of this atrocity of a room. Ah. He's already left it. He's... Speaking, already.
Very confusing morning for Sophie Cuckoo. The room is a slap of stimuli to her senses, the feeling that a truck ran her over with how achy her legs and back are, not to mention her face from all the silly smiling she had been doing. Yet, she's still flooded by all those pesky feel-good hormones that are basically holding her down like a club bouncer and keeping her from throwing hands with the sun itself.
Very slowly, so as not to give an opening for her muscles to punish her, she sits up, hands rubbing on her face before she looks over. Paper cranes. A lotta paper cranes.
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Sophie hates waking up with a passion. The rays caress her face, and she glares right at them with the strength of a thousand suns, before her hand taps around the bed to see if she can find the owner of this atrocity of a room. Ah. He's already left it. He's... Speaking, already.
Very confusing morning for Sophie Cuckoo. The room is a slap of stimuli to her senses, the feeling that a truck ran her over with how achy her legs and back are, not to mention her face from all the silly smiling she had been doing. Yet, she's still flooded by all those pesky feel-good hormones that are basically holding her down like a club bouncer and keeping her from throwing hands with the sun itself.
Very slowly, so as not to give an opening for her muscles to punish her, she sits up, hands rubbing on her face before she looks over. Paper cranes. A lotta paper cranes.
What the fuck is happening
Nerd
What)
Good morning to you, too, Q. How long was I out?
(A good 9 hours, probably.)