[Worick is an awful sleeper. If he's even able to sleep without being plagued by nightmares or sudden, sharp pains in his eye, he tends to lay about like an octopus and wake at the slightest bit of noise. That he's sound asleep in a stranger's bed with a foot in his back is a miracle in and of itself.
It takes his mind a while to register that his body's stirring awake and he's no longer dreaming a pleasant little dream. Too bad, too, because it was a good dream. Obviously something sensual, judging from the tent in his pants.
He grunts, lowly, and makes no effort to move just yet.]
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It takes his mind a while to register that his body's stirring awake and he's no longer dreaming a pleasant little dream. Too bad, too, because it was a good dream. Obviously something sensual, judging from the tent in his pants.
He grunts, lowly, and makes no effort to move just yet.]
Mmf.