[He remembers waking up to the sounds of giggling. But he's drowsy enough that he is almost unaware he's sleeping in a different bed entirely—far different from the stiffer mattress he's used to in his apartment. But what wakes him up faster is feeling suddenly cold, the onslaught of air against suddenly bare skin.
He gradually wakes up to that. Eyes taking in a gaudy pink room (though Zael, at least, finds nothing aesthetically displeasing against it, though if he was more shrewd, he certainly would. He does notice he's without a shirt, and his senses are still honed enough to then wake up immediately, though there's no current danger around him to speak of—though there's…. giggling coming from somewhere nearby, though his eyes can't find their source.
His eyes do find Yurick, however, sleeping beside him, and seems to be in the same state as he is. It hardly bothers Zael—though he's certain Yurick will take far more offense to their entire situation than he himself would—and stretches out a hand to carefully wake him. He doesn't want him to panic, as currently there's no reason to be. The city seems to be up to its own tricks again..]
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He gradually wakes up to that. Eyes taking in a gaudy pink room (though Zael, at least, finds nothing aesthetically displeasing against it, though if he was more shrewd, he certainly would. He does notice he's without a shirt, and his senses are still honed enough to then wake up immediately, though there's no current danger around him to speak of—though there's…. giggling coming from somewhere nearby, though his eyes can't find their source.
His eyes do find Yurick, however, sleeping beside him, and seems to be in the same state as he is. It hardly bothers Zael—though he's certain Yurick will take far more offense to their entire situation than he himself would—and stretches out a hand to carefully wake him. He doesn't want him to panic, as currently there's no reason to be. The city seems to be up to its own tricks again..]
Hey, Yurick.