And then he shifts enough to poke more than just messy hair out of the pile, blearily opening his eyes and peering at her. Still, seeing her face seems to properly make it sink in that something isn't going quite right this morning; his brow furrows, and then he hoarsely manages:]
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And then he shifts enough to poke more than just messy hair out of the pile, blearily opening his eyes and peering at her. Still, seeing her face seems to properly make it sink in that something isn't going quite right this morning; his brow furrows, and then he hoarsely manages:]
Otome...? What time is it?
[Is he supposes to be getting up right now...]