[Despite his composed exterior, Even is not a graceful figure asleep. His hair's thrown around wildly, he's muttering slightly, incoherently - until the fairies start to whisper and chatter. Slowly, it breaks through to him and he stirs into consciousness. ...A very pink consciousness.
His motions are still heavy for a moment, though, as he works his way through a mental checklist of what's going on. Sluggishly, he sits up a little, manouevring - and for the first time, he notices that he's not alone. And that shock breaks him out of his half-slumbering state - he sits bolt upright, hair flying. (While his pyjamas are technically sensible, they're also silky and pink, and open at the front to expose a prominent and rather messy scar running down his chest.)
He shoves his way across the bed and away from his unknown companion, glaring at the world.]
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His motions are still heavy for a moment, though, as he works his way through a mental checklist of what's going on. Sluggishly, he sits up a little, manouevring - and for the first time, he notices that he's not alone. And that shock breaks him out of his half-slumbering state - he sits bolt upright, hair flying. (While his pyjamas are technically sensible, they're also silky and pink, and open at the front to expose a prominent and rather messy scar running down his chest.)
He shoves his way across the bed and away from his unknown companion, glaring at the world.]
What is this?