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[handandahalf]

Jon started awake when Ghost shoved his nose into his ear, batting the direwolf's face irritably away from his own. "Get out," he grumbled, pointing at the door. Ghost glanced at the door and then back at Jon, who got quickly to his feet and stomped out with a frown creasing his face. He needed something to eat, and perhaps a gallon of coffee. He couldn't believe how fucking early it was; ducking out of Summerfell and glancing at the sun, he surmised it was at least two hours till noon, and he felt he could sleep for another five easily. In the yard he ran a hand through his hair, shaking it free of the band that bound it back, shrugging into Longclaw's harness and grunting in annoyance when the strap tangled. "Seven fucking hells," he swore, shaking it loose and shoving his arms through it, going off towards the compound with a closed, scrutinizing expression. Maybe after breakfast he'd go find Buffy's punching bag and spar for a while; anything to take the edge off the morning.

[mainly for susan, but if you really want your pup to get snapped at and/or ignored, tag in :)]