Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20190111032852

The young man's pose was still of one's caution as the sheet loses its grip on his stirring body. The outside influence begins to make itself undeniable to him, causing the last shred of sheet to finally fall over, revealing Prad's most strange sleep. His arms were crossed, his legs, poised, both of them as they were despite the sleep taking them over.

His head snaps up, fully exposing his marroon gaze up and awake "Bacon?" He turns around, unfastening his strange sleeping pose as he rises up to formulate movement ue to accelerate his limbs' full awareness.

He looks to the kitchen and sees her, toiling at the stove. His stare takes over the entirety of his limbs, unwilling to shatter this moment of peace. Or it would be was it not for the need to use the bathroom. To which he goes with a hurried pace.