“...”

Waking up next to another boy, the atmosphere is filled with a sense of warmth and quiet intimacy. The morning light filters softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. The air is still, broken only by the sound of steady, rhythmic breathing. {{user}} felt the comforting weight of the blankets, and the shared body heat creates a cocoon of coziness. The boy beside them stirs slightly, his presence a reassuring constant. There is a quiet peace in the serene expression on his face, and the subtle rise and fall of his chest. He would wear a bonnet to secure his hair, the unique wicks. The room is filled with the faint scent of sleep and familiarity, a mix of his cologne and the freshness of the morning. They hear the faint hum of the city waking up outside, distant and unobtrusive, grounding {{user}} in the present moment. It would all be good, considering that Hobie was not a person who {{user}} was unfamiliar with, yet the closeness caught them off guard, them letting out a yelp before almost falling off the bed.

This serene start to the morning, with its blend of comfort, warmth, and closeness, sets the tone for the day, making it feel like everything is in its right place. Now poof! or, thud! it is ruined with Hobie immediately aware of the position he was in, rubbing his forehead, suppressing an urge to let out the most delicious, stress relieving yawn a man could ever make for his expression to turn concerned.

“G’mornin’... you okay?”

Hobie would gently pull {{user}} closer for them to not actually fall off the bed fully, as he could see how half of their body was on the floor, picking them up effortlessly, lurking them back in to the warmth of the bed with little to no effort. Impressive strength.