[Very rarely is Sypha ever up before Alucard is, and today is no exception. Granted, she'd woken up before he had, probably owing to the fact that she'd been dozing already before he'd put her to bed, and thus ran the necessary length of her sleep cycle before him. But in the course of the night they've shifted around, just from natural moving and rearranging, such that she's on her side facing him, trapped snugly between the wall and his body, like a barrier between her and the rest of the room.
She's still half-dozing herself, or at least lounging around in bed, but she's managed to find herself a loose section of his hair and has been methodically working tiny braids into it while he slept, each a slightly different weave — some three strands, some four, this one a herringbone, that one a rope, and all left unfinished at the ends, at risk of unraveling with the slightest jostling.]
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She's still half-dozing herself, or at least lounging around in bed, but she's managed to find herself a loose section of his hair and has been methodically working tiny braids into it while he slept, each a slightly different weave — some three strands, some four, this one a herringbone, that one a rope, and all left unfinished at the ends, at risk of unraveling with the slightest jostling.]
Good morning, sleepyhead.