[For Michael] Good morning, sunshine!

[abaisse_chef]

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

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[always_zephyr]

Waking up to irritated French wasn't new to Michael. In fact, it happened more often then he'd like to admit. It was the noticeably female voice that got Michael's attention and he pulled the covers off his head to star in shock over at Enjolras' bed, his eyes going wide when he saw the blond woman there. "Oh my god!"

[abaisse_chef]

Enjolras let out a small shriek, having forgotten for a moment that he did not live alone. "I hate this ridiculousness," he growled at Michael. "It was not humiliation enough to spend that time..." But he and Michael didn't talk about that, so he broke off, kicking the blankets off and getting to his feet. "Now this?"

[always_zephyr]

Michael flinched back at the shriek, almost hiding against the headboard of the bed. And then again when Enjolras mentioned that time. "I uh..." Michael didn't do well with woman, lesbians aside. His room mate turned into a woman...that was a bit much to follow. He pointedly looked down and away, giving him some privacy. "Are uh...you alright?"

[abaisse_chef]

"No, I am not all right!" Enjolras snapped, grabbing his trousers and pulling them on. They fell to the floor the moment he let go, drawing a growl of frustration. "I'm a woman!"