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[morelikeasponge]

Peter's slumped over in a corner booth, face buried in his folded arms. He's fast asleep, and snoring faintly.

Somebody didn't have enough coffee this morning.

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[puckishly]

:D! Peter! Puck likes Peter.

He likes him enough to invisibly apply love-in-idleness to his eyes, anyway.

And Iiiiiiiiiiiii
Will always love youuuuuuuuuuuuu ...

[morelikeasponge]

Peter stirs, eyelids twitching, and mumbles something in his sleep.

It sounds a lot like, Don' wanna explode.

But he doesn't wake up.

[puckishly]

Puck siiiiiighs.

Normally, he'd be content to wait until Peter woke up on his own, but he's done that a few times already and instant gratification is more fun.

Therefore, Peter receives an invisible jab to the ribs.

[un_fallen]

Raguel sees Peter frowning and wincing in his sleep. He's had enough nightmares to recognize one when he (thinks he) sees one.

"Hey, Peter?" he asks cautiously, putting one gentle hand on his shoulder.

[creator_raven]

Raven pokes him in the side.

Hard.

Hopefully he will look up, yes?

[morelikeasponge]

"Nng."

Peter flails himself back into wakefulness. It's entirely possible that this includes whacking Raven in the nose.

[creator_raven]

Raven goes 'ow', and rubs her nose.

There is, perhaps, a little bit of blood.

Ew.

She kicks Peter in the shin.

Because she can.

[morelikeasponge]

"Ow -- what the hell?"

Peter rubs his shin, and experiments with glaring the sleep out of his eyes. It's not as efficient as rubbing. "There are better ways to wake people up."

His righteous indignation would sound a lot more impressive if it wasn't slurred.

[night_hibiscus]

Yuna is very practiced, and very adept, with her ridiculously long sleeves. However, they aren't usually soaking wet.

Some people say you should be awakened every day by a slap in the face with a length of wet linen! Really!

[morelikeasponge]

"Gnargh!" sputters Peter, now in two continuities. He jerks upright, sucking in a breath of air, and stares at Yuna through a flattered (and now slightly damp) mass of bang.

[night_hibiscus]

Yuna's hands fly to her mouth in surprise and soggy regret. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"Are you all right?"

[morelikeasponge]

Peter's face is wet. He paws at it, distressed, and succeeds in moving the water around.

"What? Oh --"

Her sleeve. It was her sleeve. "No, that's, that's okay. You just startled me." A beat. "Are you okay?"

She's dripping.