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[willbewonderful]

Duck lets go of Geoffrey's shoulder and rolls onto his back, stretched out fully clothed on the bed next to his sleeping husband.

He's always up and ready to start the day pretty early, and as a rule, Geoffrey's not. It doesn't usually bother Duck.

Today, though...

"C'mon," he says, giving a lock of Geoffrey's hair a tug. "Wake up!"

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[legendarymadman]

"Come back to bed," insists Geoffrey instead, trying to get ahold of some piece of Duck that he can tug back under the covers with him. "It's early."

[willbewonderful]

"It's already six," Duck insists, untangling Geoffrey's fingers from the strap of his overalls. "C'mon." Giving a tug to those same fingers, Duck begins to pull. "C'mon."

[legendarymadman]

"Six," mumbles Geoffrey, pressing his face into his pillow. "The word 'already' should never come before the number six." He does begin to let Duck draw him out from under the covers, however.

[willbewonderful]

"There you go," coaxes Duck. Feeling that Geoffrey has now attained enough consciousness to handle a beverage, he lifts a cup of coffee from the nightstand and blows over the top of it, wafting the smell in Geoffrey's direction.