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[brookesmart]

Brooke's ass hurts. When it comes to it, so do her arms, thighs and back, because pretty as he is, Yorick weighs an absolute ton

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[alas_yorick]

Yorick groans and turns, moves restlessly in his sleep. "Onem'reminutemom," he says into the pillow.

[brookesmart]

Brooke gapes, but soon she's startling upwards so quickly the bowl of cool water in her lap is overturned. It hits the floor with a clang and a splash, and Brooke steps right into the puddle to poke at his forehead.

"Yorick! Wake up!"

[alas_yorick]

Yorick feels something jabbing at his head and reacts, grabbing at the offender, eyes flashing open in a desperate attempt to be awake. "No!"

"...Brooke?" he exclaims, forgetting to loosen his grip as he becomes aware of his surroundings, taking in all the familiar sights and sounds of her hut.

[brookesmart]

Brooke stares down at him, prying his fingers away from her shirt one knuckle at a time.

"Yes, Brooke, now let go of me before I knock you into another coma."