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[regionseizer]

[ These days, he's become more than used to sleeping in places other than his own bed. Other than the change in music - which he's pretty much used to by now - this morning seems no different from the others as he wakes in his usual seat at Lenalee's bedside. He lifts his head from its resting place atop his arms and yawns, scrubbing the sleep from

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[my_shackles]

[ A half-awake Lenalee was already amusing her conscious half quietly by twirling his hair gently through numb fingers, so the sudden song jumps her. Luckily most of the words went missed and she drowsily and weakly sings back. ]

Guten Morgen.

[regionseizer]

[ Have a very, very, half-hearted wave as he tries to figure out what the hell just happened to his voice. ]

[my_shackles]

[ She tugs on the lock that she has managed to salvage gently, feeling a curious desire to see his face. ]

[regionseizer]

[ Can you say completely whipped? He looks up in curiosity, one hand wrapping itself about her wrist of its own accord. ]

[my_shackles]

[ A warmth. ]

Is this a 'must sing everything' incident, do you think?

[regionseizer]

[ Eyeroll, and a nod. Not letting go, for anything. ]

[my_shackles]

[ Not complaining for the world. ]

And you're committing yourself to sweet silence, then?

[regionseizer]

[ Eyebrow quirk, meaning: What do you think. ]

[my_shackles]

Yes, yes.

[ She shifts back to be coddled by numerous pillows. And much quieter: ]

It's a shame, though.

[regionseizer]

[ Still not letting go. ]

Hmmm.

[ Okay. That one sounded at bit too much like humming. Dammit. Her voice is pretty, though. ]

[my_shackles]

Your voice has always made me feel better. I like it a lot.

[ She strains a bandaged body towards him, her arm closest to him now an occupied region so she sends in the other. ]

[regionseizer]

[ adslkfjasdkf He moves to intercept that hand as well. His skills as a medic are basic, at best, and he doesn't want her exacerbating her injuries. ]

Len! Warte nur!

[ And, oh, god. Utter, and complete mortification. Face in the mattress, again. ]

[my_shackles]

You sound good.

[ She retreats for the sake of his concern. ]

[regionseizer]

[ Grooooooan. ]

[my_shackles]

[ Falling to unease and lethargy, she goes quiet. ]

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[regionseizer]

[ Fumbles about for his Tone, and. Scribbles. ]

Breakfast?