[Wow, what a nice day. Otegine's in no rush to wake up, mentally exhausted from the night before with the cooled weight of another body making a restful sleep come easier for once in his life. But the space is small, and Owen can only be "Owen" for so long.
Owen will find a familiar bedroom, a cramped little twin bed with a tall and familiar form snoozing away underneath him, having only shed his shirt for sleep. Syrlya, perhaps graciously, does not seem to be home.
Closed - Owen - Morning after the Auction
Owen will find a familiar bedroom, a cramped little twin bed with a tall and familiar form snoozing away underneath him, having only shed his shirt for sleep. Syrlya, perhaps graciously, does not seem to be home.
Too bad that doesn't explain how he got there!]