He was very much about to transform into his small form- and it wouldn’t have been a problem if your phone hadn’t been the one with the thing that opens doors at the place they were at- and you were seriously asleep.

He’d vigorously poke at your shoulder, lightly grunting as he whisper-yelling at your poor sleeping form, “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon! Wake up for me, will ya?!” He was geeking out, he could barely talk without his weak form threatening to show- he had been so damn careless.