[Room 311, Tuesday morning]

[x5_alec]

Alec yawned and ran a hand through his hair in lieu of a comb, supposing it was probably late enough to warrant actually getting up and showering or something. Or he could always wait for lunch to roll around, as food was a major impetus to motion and uprightedness.

Then again, bed was warm and extra sleep was nice. Yaaaay blankets.

[ooc: for psychic_wonder and saltandammo]