Home is still too warm and damp even this late in the year. The air here is dry, with all the moisture in the air frozen into snowflakes. It would be cold, if they were out there. But they're not. They're in here, Trevor's arms slung around Alucard's waist and Sypha's folded pajamas tucked between them and bundled in layers of blankets. ]
Mph. M'awake.
[ Has been for a while, in truth. About half an hour. He woke up when Sypha got out of bed, to complain about Sypha getting out of the bed, but when his complaints didn't achieve anything but her leaving he still-warm pajamas behind to cuddle as a compromise, he went back to being quiet.
He's always like this, the morning (afternoon) after being rendered useless. Clingy and whiny and floppy and not particularly good at anything but attaching to the others. He thinks, then frowns, because Sypha isn't here and nobody has paid attention to him in the 0.1 seconds since he spoke. ]
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Home is still too warm and damp even this late in the year. The air here is dry, with all the moisture in the air frozen into snowflakes. It would be cold, if they were out there. But they're not. They're in here, Trevor's arms slung around Alucard's waist and Sypha's folded pajamas tucked between them and bundled in layers of blankets. ]
Mph. M'awake.
[ Has been for a while, in truth. About half an hour. He woke up when Sypha got out of bed, to complain about Sypha getting out of the bed, but when his complaints didn't achieve anything but her leaving he still-warm pajamas behind to cuddle as a compromise, he went back to being quiet.
He's always like this, the morning (afternoon) after being rendered useless. Clingy and whiny and floppy and not particularly good at anything but attaching to the others. He thinks, then frowns, because Sypha isn't here and nobody has paid attention to him in the 0.1 seconds since he spoke. ]
Kiss. [ Now. ]