That's disgusting, [He grumbles, but there's a grin to his tone even as he drops off entirely and his breathing evens out.]
[But of course, they can't just be granted a restful night's sleep wrapped up in one another. When he startles awake, he's less conscious of the temperature surrounding him, but even then he's well aware that it isn't the comforting warmth of Akira's jerry-rigged futon. He recognizes the circular room, lined with narrow prison cells and all washed in blues and golds. It's always been strange to him to startle "awake" while standing, but this time is worse, somehow, and he staggers until he puts a hand on Igor's desk in the center of the room to steady himself.]
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[But of course, they can't just be granted a restful night's sleep wrapped up in one another. When he startles awake, he's less conscious of the temperature surrounding him, but even then he's well aware that it isn't the comforting warmth of Akira's jerry-rigged futon. He recognizes the circular room, lined with narrow prison cells and all washed in blues and golds. It's always been strange to him to startle "awake" while standing, but this time is worse, somehow, and he staggers until he puts a hand on Igor's desk in the center of the room to steady himself.]
Oh, what now.