[ dextera doesn’t fight sleep, when it starts to come to him. he’s still a sweaty, sticky mess, but in guren’s company like this it’s all so easy to ignore—so he lets himself doze off, with the sun filtering through the little window of the bedroom, and his last thought is that there’s probably not a person in the world as happy as he is, right now. ]
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[ upon stirring a few hours later, however, the sweat and stickiness has officially tipped over to “uncomfortable.”
he shifts, adjusting his position so that he can stare at guren until he wakes up, too. ]
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[ upon stirring a few hours later, however, the sweat and stickiness has officially tipped over to “uncomfortable.”
he shifts, adjusting his position so that he can stare at guren until he wakes up, too. ]