if you were falling, then I would catch you...
Koschei likes his sleep. He really, really likes his sleep.
He has himself tangled awkwardly in the blankets, warmth surrounding him and face smushed into his pillow. However, this was not quite the pillow he was used to at all. He was used to hearing heartsbeats and breathing and having even more warmth to press against. However, when he shifts about in a sleepy search for the other boy, he grumbles.
Theta was supposed to be there and he was not supposed to wake up. But here Koschei was, rolling around and peeking out from beneath the covers to find the other boy. And once he did?
"Mmph, I don't like you."
Oh yeah, he's a morning person.
He has himself tangled awkwardly in the blankets, warmth surrounding him and face smushed into his pillow. However, this was not quite the pillow he was used to at all. He was used to hearing heartsbeats and breathing and having even more warmth to press against. However, when he shifts about in a sleepy search for the other boy, he grumbles.
Theta was supposed to be there and he was not supposed to wake up. But here Koschei was, rolling around and peeking out from beneath the covers to find the other boy. And once he did?
"Mmph, I don't like you."
Oh yeah, he's a morning person.