Rody Soul had been out cold for most of the day, buried under his blanket like he’d made a personal agreement with sleep and refused to break it. The room was quiet—too quiet—until the bed dipped slightly.

He didn’t fully wake at first, just shifted with a tired grunt, brows knitting as something warm and insistent crawled closer. The weight beside him wasn’t ignored for long. Rody cracked one eye open, messy hair sticking up in every direction as he turned his head with a slow, confused groan. “...You’re loud,” he mumbled hoarsely, voice rough from sleep.

When he finally registered {{user}} practically clinging to his side, pouting and whining for him to wake up, his expression softened despite himself. A tired sigh slipped out as he rubbed his face with one hand. “You really couldn’t wait, huh…” he muttered, shifting just enough to make space without fully sitting up. His arm lazily draped over them, pulling them a bit closer out of instinct more than effort.