[ Sylvain's still getting used to the new room, but it's not all that odd for him to be waking up with someone else these days. 'Waking up' used loosely, of course, because he's not a morning person and he barely stirs when his partner for the night gets up and starts to dress. He spares a sleepy thought for being grateful they're being quiet before that voice breaks the morning's sleepy silence.

And it doesn't take him long to realize that's not a voice he recognizes and therefore... probably doesn't belong to one of the people he normally wakes up next to.

Amber eyes blink open with groggy confusion to stare at the stranger. Trying to place him, or perhaps the events of the night before that had led to this strange morning, perhaps. ]

Uhh. Pretty sure they're new. At least. They have been every other time. Who... are you? Did we meet and I just forgot?