( rather than immediately follow sunday's suggestion, ratio merely takes the time to check the watch: 8:14am, supposedly. unsurprising to discover he's slept in so late after an endless party, though it still feels no better even knowing the cause for it. thus does he acquiesce, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed to sit up, and—
oh, what's this. he leans down, discovering none other than a pair of ducky slippers, perfectly placed and slightly tucked under his side of the bed. how convenient. yeah, he'll put those on. )
If you compare the state of our clothing, as it were—don't you appear to be the invader in this situation far more than I do?
( the eyemask is removed, carefully folded and placed on the bedside table. whether or not he'll actually return to this room remains to be seen, but it still wouldn't do to make a mess regardless. one thing they can surely agree on. )
Help me make the bed. ( he picks up one of the errant feathers here, pauses, and then lets it gently fall into the trashcan. mr. sunday, you're such a messy bedmate... )
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oh, what's this. he leans down, discovering none other than a pair of ducky slippers, perfectly placed and slightly tucked under his side of the bed. how convenient. yeah, he'll put those on. )
If you compare the state of our clothing, as it were—don't you appear to be the invader in this situation far more than I do?
( the eyemask is removed, carefully folded and placed on the bedside table. whether or not he'll actually return to this room remains to be seen, but it still wouldn't do to make a mess regardless. one thing they can surely agree on. )
Help me make the bed. ( he picks up one of the errant feathers here, pauses, and then lets it gently fall into the trashcan. mr. sunday, you're such a messy bedmate... )