[ It is equally nice to snooze and not have to worry about anything but a random bullshite siren going off, or Faust sticking her head in his room uninvited to say There Is A Matter That Requires Full Attendance or some tripe, fully in cursive like everything she says... Also it's warm in his bed right now, which is nice too. Soft. Maybe too soft. If Heathcliff knows anything his fate, the pendulum's about to swing the other way— ]
— agh, AH, OW, BLOODY FUCKING SHITE HELL GET OFF —
[ Having no idea that his assailant is currently underneath him, he thrashes, trying to get an elbow into whoever is yanking his hair, fails, and eventually lands on his side, still on a bed of orange hell, kicking his legs and generally being completely useless. Good morning, British Sinners!!!!!!! ]
good he's useless otherwise... heathcliff in his trophy wife era (???)
— agh, AH, OW, BLOODY FUCKING SHITE HELL GET OFF —
[ Having no idea that his assailant is currently underneath him, he thrashes, trying to get an elbow into whoever is yanking his hair, fails, and eventually lands on his side, still on a bed of orange hell, kicking his legs and generally being completely useless. Good morning, British Sinners!!!!!!! ]