Your friends become like marbles--
Who: Remus and whoever is in the room when he wakes up.
When: Thursday afternoon
Summary: It's not the time to be sleeping, and Remus isn't usually one for naps. Of course, it isn't as if he got a choice in this one. To make matters worse, he hit his head on the floor. Somehow.
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: General sleepy fail, probably friends being overbearing and cursing. Magic. Remus? Neko writing in the present tense.
Remus definitely prefers the dusky pink of sunset to golden sunrises. The thought is poised in the front of his mind, quivering with some meaning which completely eludes him as he struggles to open his eyes.
Where is he? Room. Yes, and the wall over there is white, and his toes are cold, and his arm is hanging out over space, ready to fall out beneath him-- no, that's not right, he's on a bed.
Remus yelps and suddenly finds that he is no longer on his bed, or on anything comfortable. In fact, his whole body has just been shoved into a sort of freefall by the evil force known as gravity and bugger, he thinks as he lies in a heap of tangled sheets and limbs, hasn't that always been his worst enemy.
Judging by the light in the room and the steady, always-close hum of voices, it is far too early in the day to be in a crumpled pile of boy and fabric.
When: Thursday afternoon
Summary: It's not the time to be sleeping, and Remus isn't usually one for naps. Of course, it isn't as if he got a choice in this one. To make matters worse, he hit his head on the floor. Somehow.
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: General sleepy fail, probably friends being overbearing and cursing. Magic. Remus? Neko writing in the present tense.
Remus definitely prefers the dusky pink of sunset to golden sunrises. The thought is poised in the front of his mind, quivering with some meaning which completely eludes him as he struggles to open his eyes.
Where is he? Room. Yes, and the wall over there is white, and his toes are cold, and his arm is hanging out over space, ready to fall out beneath him-- no, that's not right, he's on a bed.
Remus yelps and suddenly finds that he is no longer on his bed, or on anything comfortable. In fact, his whole body has just been shoved into a sort of freefall by the evil force known as gravity and bugger, he thinks as he lies in a heap of tangled sheets and limbs, hasn't that always been his worst enemy.
Judging by the light in the room and the steady, always-close hum of voices, it is far too early in the day to be in a crumpled pile of boy and fabric.