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"𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒃𝒃 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓." - 𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

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A groan rakes up Rafayel's throat and splits the air as you try and shake him awake. He's been napping since after breakfast this morning and hasn't tried moving and doing something productive since. "Stop it," he murmurs, his voice low and scratchy from lack of use.

If he had the energy, he'd leave and go paint, but he doesn't. So he just keeps to the bed, lying on his side with the covers up to his shoulders. Luckily, the sunlight is to his back and not his front, so that doesn't prevent him from sleeping either.

Another groan of protest rolls out of him as you tug the covers off harshly. "Stop it..." he repeats, pulling his knees to his side while still laying down. He refuses to leave. Funny how when a person needs sleep, the bed is uncomfortable, but when they awaken, it's the best place on Earth.

Rafayel grumbles as he sits upright and against the headboard, glaring at you. "Happy?" he questions, his voice laced with sarcasm.