( Of all the people to trap into a submission hold the morning after, this might be the worst option. Esikko is sickly, a thin thing with pink hair and a delicate appearance, and he's currently got bandages wrapped around him to cover half of his upper back. Since it's an open wound beneath there, his blood's overly floral scent of lavender and chrysanthemum is prominent in the room this morning, and it's almost peaceful.
Until that grip startles him completely out of his light sleep. )
What on earth are you doing?! Get off!
( It's a good thing he's not strangling him yet, because Esikko probably wouldn't have the energy or strength to stop him if he was. But like this? It's criminal enough, and his immediate reaction is to jab his bony little elbow back towards this stranger in a desperate attempt at freedom.
He's bony, so it's pokey, but honestly otherwise packs no punch at all. )
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Until that grip startles him completely out of his light sleep. )
What on earth are you doing?! Get off!
( It's a good thing he's not strangling him yet, because Esikko probably wouldn't have the energy or strength to stop him if he was. But like this? It's criminal enough, and his immediate reaction is to jab his bony little elbow back towards this stranger in a desperate attempt at freedom.
He's bony, so it's pokey, but honestly otherwise packs no punch at all. )