[ He can feel Gladio's body heat nearby. He expects to feel the covers yanked off of him, and his hands clutch at them tighter. He's not going to get up without a fight. He's warm and comfortable, and its break. He doesn't need to get up. He needs to stay right where he is and nap the day away. Or hell, even the rest of break.
He's prepared to fight this battle.
But what he isn't prepared for is the sudden push off the side of the bed. He yelps. His hands try to find purchase on the sheets, but he only drags them down with him as he falls to the floor.
He's awake. And he's on the floor. He rubs at his head as he pushes himself up. ]
Why the hell did you do that?! What's wrong with you?
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He's prepared to fight this battle.
But what he isn't prepared for is the sudden push off the side of the bed. He yelps. His hands try to find purchase on the sheets, but he only drags them down with him as he falls to the floor.
He's awake. And he's on the floor. He rubs at his head as he pushes himself up. ]
Why the hell did you do that?! What's wrong with you?
[Yeah, he might be miffed.]