[ while Takasugi's morning seems to be going swimmingly, it's Keaton whose day begins with something quite unusual. he rolls off the side of the bed with a loud THUMP and CRASH, with nothing falling in the room except for him. but from the ground, after a small groan and a sigh, he goes back into a relatively healthy pattern of snoring and rolling around.
into the wall and against the bed, of course.
and he'll continue to lie there for a few seconds before realizing he's not in bed and not snuggling, which are awful ways to wake up.
his forehead and the tips of his ears peek over the side. ]
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into the wall and against the bed, of course.
and he'll continue to lie there for a few seconds before realizing he's not in bed and not snuggling, which are awful ways to wake up.
his forehead and the tips of his ears peek over the side. ]
... what's that?
[ the smell, of course. ]