[accidental voice/action]
[This is Usopp. This is Usopp snoring a little. Which he's been doing on and off for the past two days or so while he recovers. It's been a moderately restful time for him, but as ever he is due something heart-attack inducing. Today's fail comes in the form of crickets, apparently. And they are Moving. In. His. Bed. Not that he knows there are crickets at the moment. No, this is Usopp stopping his snoring as he wakes up simply to find:]
[THERE IS SOMETHING MOVING IN HIS BED. MOVING. IN HIS BED.]
[This is now a very, very, very loud shriek; and the resultant thump as Usopp does the appropriate flailing and falls out of said bed. Ow. Okay, OW, THAT HURT. AND NOW THERE ARE THINGS ON HIS LEGS OH SHIT HA WHO'S PANICKING? Have another shriek.]
W-WH-WHAT THE HELL?! G-GET OFF!
[THERE IS SOMETHING MOVING IN HIS BED. MOVING. IN HIS BED.]
[This is now a very, very, very loud shriek; and the resultant thump as Usopp does the appropriate flailing and falls out of said bed. Ow. Okay, OW, THAT HURT. AND NOW THERE ARE THINGS ON HIS LEGS OH SHIT HA WHO'S PANICKING? Have another shriek.]
W-WH-WHAT THE HELL?! G-GET OFF!