[When Sorey wakes up, he'll find Dezel is still there. Yeah, at some point during the night Sorey tried to cuddle-- but that's all right. Sorey's always been the type to sprawl or cuddle whatever's within grabbing reach; Dezel's seen it before, though not in a thousand years. He'd almost forgotten.
It's now comfortably morning and the birds have already eaten. Dezel doesn't move except to draw his bare fingers through Sorey's messy hair. He could stand to lay like this for a while longer, but they do have to run an errand or two before departure.]
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It's now comfortably morning and the birds have already eaten. Dezel doesn't move except to draw his bare fingers through Sorey's messy hair. He could stand to lay like this for a while longer, but they do have to run an errand or two before departure.]