[He rarely sleeps so deeply, especially after the events of New York, and yet Seiji's brain is very muddled, foggy and delayed as he awakens to the sound of movement and yelling. He's warm, perhaps too much, but everything feels soft and comfortable.
But the voice continues and he knows it. Recognizes it, and that is enough to make him turn, only to find it is harder than expected with the multiple layers of white silk wrapped around him. For a brief moment he feels trapped, an adrenaline burst dragging him from the rest of his half-sleep state and he twists himself out of the blankets and almost falls off the other side of the bed himself.
Then he sees who is standing there, glaring at him.]
An-Anubis? Why are you... [He trails off as he looks down and realizes what he is wearing while having no idea why he may be wearing it.]
What have you done?
[Of course the obvious choice is to blame Anubis for whatever is going on.]
Arrival
But the voice continues and he knows it. Recognizes it, and that is enough to make him turn, only to find it is harder than expected with the multiple layers of white silk wrapped around him. For a brief moment he feels trapped, an adrenaline burst dragging him from the rest of his half-sleep state and he twists himself out of the blankets and almost falls off the other side of the bed himself.
Then he sees who is standing there, glaring at him.]
An-Anubis? Why are you... [He trails off as he looks down and realizes what he is wearing while having no idea why he may be wearing it.]
What have you done?
[Of course the obvious choice is to blame Anubis for whatever is going on.]