[For Michael] Good morning, sunshine!
Enjolras usually woke quickly, the disoriented fuzziness of sleep falling away from him within moments of opening his eyes in the morning. But today the disorientation was slower to fade. He sat up, rubbing a hand over his face as he sighed, trying to wake up fully.
He wasn't sure if it was the feel of unfamiliar features beneath his hand or the higher than normal timbre of the sigh that made him freeze, eyes widening as he held his hand out in front of him. A...rather feminine hand. He looked down, plucking at the shirt he slept in to find it fitting very differently than when he'd went to bed the night before--tighter in places, far too loose in others, and covering what was very definitely a woman's body beneath it. "Oh god, not again!" he groaned, pushing his hair back as it fell into his face. "This is not happening. This is NOT HAPPENING."
He wasn't sure if it was the feel of unfamiliar features beneath his hand or the higher than normal timbre of the sigh that made him freeze, eyes widening as he held his hand out in front of him. A...rather feminine hand. He looked down, plucking at the shirt he slept in to find it fitting very differently than when he'd went to bed the night before--tighter in places, far too loose in others, and covering what was very definitely a woman's body beneath it. "Oh god, not again!" he groaned, pushing his hair back as it fell into his face. "This is not happening. This is NOT HAPPENING."