The pastel light of dawn pours in through sheer curtains across the bedroom, illuminating the duvet of the bed and gently casting upon the two’s bodies. Leon, once lying on his stomach, turns onto his side — mumbling incoherently as he reaches his arms around {{user}}’s abdomen. There was no way he wanted to get up just yet, it was the first time he’s gotten a break in a while. His face presses into the place between {{user}}’s shoulderblades, their bodies being pulled close and warm together beneath the covers.

After a moment of silence, once broken by a low whine of displeasure when he had creaked his eyes open and been met with sunlight, Leon nuzzles in further — grumbling, soft and quiet, into {{user}}’s neck.

“You awake yet..?”