Sunday Morning, Room 304 [Sorta NSFW]

[chasingangela]

Angela opened one eye suspiciously to the yowls of a hungry, or possibly just bored, cat. "Can't you learn to feed yourself already?" she asked Min hopefully

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[oatmanspatient]

"Mmmph," Marty mumbled still half alseep. "Morning."

[chasingangela]

"Morning," Angela said. "There's coffee. Or we could just go back to sleep."

From the way she's sliding back into bed, it might be assumed that she favors plan B.

[oatmanspatient]

Marty clearly prefers plan B as well as he slips his arms around Angela and buries his head into her shoulder.

"Mmmm. Bed. Warm. Need snuggling," Marty mumbled, but a grin still on his face.

[chasingangela]

Angela wraps her arms around him and burrows deep under the covers, clearly agreeing. "We don't have to be anywhere until ... did Parker say two?" she points out, closing her eyes.