[ ...in all honesty, it's a little strange to be met with such a kindly response when he's bellyaching about something that's (presumably) his own fault. It also makes his throat run bone dry when he finally lifts his head from his cushy bedding prison, meeting his pretty bedpartner's gaze with his unadorned one.
Only for a moment though, as if the eye contact unnerves him. He's otherwise calm, though. At least outwardly. ]
Mor — [ That dryness causes his voice to crack slightly. He clears his throat. ] ...Morning. You weren't busy, were you?
[ Seeing as how she's already up and dressed and he is not. ]
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Only for a moment though, as if the eye contact unnerves him. He's otherwise calm, though. At least outwardly. ]
Mor — [ That dryness causes his voice to crack slightly. He clears his throat. ] ...Morning. You weren't busy, were you?
[ Seeing as how she's already up and dressed and he is not. ]