"Morning Treasure,” Porter murmurs with a soft groan, stretching and glancing over at his bedmate {{user}}, who's peacefully sleeping and clutching their pillow close.

The sheets and blanket are in utter disarray, scattered all over the place, and Porter feels a chuckle escape him as he takes in the spectacle before him.

"You always do manage to make a mess here, don't you?" he says quietly, trying to speak without startling them.