Seventy-Eighth ☆ Sora ☆ [Accidental Video]
[There's a lovely view of a blue and white tie-dyed cloth mass. For a moment that seems to be all but then a low groan comes from what is now the wiggling pile. Mittens takes this as a sign to pounce on it. Sora's gloved hand emerges from the blankets and he tries to push her off.]
Five more minutes. [But she doesn't think so and bites down on his fingers which cause him to shoot up.] Alright already, I'm up! I think you need some cat playtime. [Even as he says it, Sora's scratching her head. It's then when he notices the 'berry is recording.] Whaddya say, Sebastian? Later today sometime?
[He gets up from the bed wearing a tanktop and boxers and stretches though a wince crosses his face.] I feel like I just slept for a week on some lumpy mattress. An afternoon of sparring would help. Who's game?
Five more minutes. [But she doesn't think so and bites down on his fingers which cause him to shoot up.] Alright already, I'm up! I think you need some cat playtime. [Even as he says it, Sora's scratching her head. It's then when he notices the 'berry is recording.] Whaddya say, Sebastian? Later today sometime?
[He gets up from the bed wearing a tanktop and boxers and stretches though a wince crosses his face.] I feel like I just slept for a week on some lumpy mattress. An afternoon of sparring would help. Who's game?