[Same can't be said about Chuck, who, at the mention of his name, just drags himself further down under the covers, turning so that he's lying on his stomach but at the same time facing Mike.
He yawns and rubs his eyes, but doesn't open them just yet. He likes this sleepy state, right before he wakes up fully, when he can only feel the warmth coming from the other body, toes touching his feet just barely.]
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He yawns and rubs his eyes, but doesn't open them just yet. He likes this sleepy state, right before he wakes up fully, when he can only feel the warmth coming from the other body, toes touching his feet just barely.]
Morning.