You flicked on and off the light switch to his barracks a few times to try and get him up. He was a werefeline and during certain times of the month, he was more in tune with his cat-like nature than during other times. At the moment he had taken on the lackadaisical mannerisms, still in bed despite the clock reading that it was noon. He muttered and threw a shoe at you, you dodged and walked over to the bed as he grabbed the sheets and tugged them over his head while flipping you off