It's Not What It Looks Like!
"Mmh."
The covers on Ankh's bed move. He's a heavy sleeper, so much moreso now that he's dead, and the pleasant, disoriented haze of sleep always seemed to linger longer with him. He took in a half a breath to make up for the noise and cradled his chin on Maria's head, and his thin arms curled a little more around her... He always did love to wake up with her--
Wait. She had been a cat when he had fallen asleep with her last night. She must have changed back in the middle of the night! He blinks, focusing, and uncurls a hand to glance at it. Still withered. His eyes widen and he very carefully slips the other arm out from under her. He'd been wary of even touching her too much while he was dead; love may conquer a lot of things but he didn't want to test it by pitting it against the reaction of waking up with a corpse.
"Maria my love? Better wake up, come on." He murmurs, gently shaking her shoulder.
The covers on Ankh's bed move. He's a heavy sleeper, so much moreso now that he's dead, and the pleasant, disoriented haze of sleep always seemed to linger longer with him. He took in a half a breath to make up for the noise and cradled his chin on Maria's head, and his thin arms curled a little more around her... He always did love to wake up with her--
Wait. She had been a cat when he had fallen asleep with her last night. She must have changed back in the middle of the night! He blinks, focusing, and uncurls a hand to glance at it. Still withered. His eyes widen and he very carefully slips the other arm out from under her. He'd been wary of even touching her too much while he was dead; love may conquer a lot of things but he didn't want to test it by pitting it against the reaction of waking up with a corpse.
"Maria my love? Better wake up, come on." He murmurs, gently shaking her shoulder.