[If you're warm, you can stick a leggy out from under the covers and/or convince Celeste to come over to your side of the bed, McGillis. Otherwise, there is no reason to be getting up so early after last night.
So as he shifts back onto his back, Celeste will move his arm just enough to do him the courtesy of fixing his hair just a bit, running his fingers through his bangs to at least shove it out of his face, affectionate impulses winning out over appreciating seeing him mussed and unstyled.
He kind of suspects it'll flop back sooner rather than later, anyway.]
Oh, we need excuses now? What is yours, then?
[Please, complain about being so cruelly restrained. He's daring you.]
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So as he shifts back onto his back, Celeste will move his arm just enough to do him the courtesy of fixing his hair just a bit, running his fingers through his bangs to at least shove it out of his face, affectionate impulses winning out over appreciating seeing him mussed and unstyled.
He kind of suspects it'll flop back sooner rather than later, anyway.]
Oh, we need excuses now? What is yours, then?
[Please, complain about being so cruelly restrained. He's daring you.]