[ When Riz is around his friends -- it's not that he tries to act cool, because that's just a thing that's never gonna happen, especially not after they've seen him what he considers to be his worst, and after they've actually seen him at his worst (which is, unbeknownst to him, a separate thing). But he at least tries to keep his composure.
That composure is utterly lost as he's shaken out of a dead sleep and lets out the most petulant, most immature whine that Fabian has ever heard from him, dripping with the teenaged malaise of being woken up on a weekend before the clock hits noon. He shoves his face further into the pillow. ] Maaaalemmesleep.
[ It looks like he's going to fall right back asleep again until Fabian nudges him again, and he finally lifts his head with a half-hearted hiss that makes it abundantly clear that if Fabian's hand was just a little closer, he might have taken a nibble out of it. ]
Ugh. [ As he wakes up, the pain of last night's adventure hits him at full blast. With more feeling: ] Ugh.
[ If anyone knows exactly what he's feeling right now, it's Fabian. He stares balefully at his friend, contemplating the likelihood of being able to sleep until he's healed up, then flails one hand out to just sort of... paw at Fabian's face to make sure everything there is intact. It is. Except the eye, but he knew about that one already. Okay. Fabian's not dead. That's good. ]
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That composure is utterly lost as he's shaken out of a dead sleep and lets out the most petulant, most immature whine that Fabian has ever heard from him, dripping with the teenaged malaise of being woken up on a weekend before the clock hits noon. He shoves his face further into the pillow. ] Maaaalemmesleep.
[ It looks like he's going to fall right back asleep again until Fabian nudges him again, and he finally lifts his head with a half-hearted hiss that makes it abundantly clear that if Fabian's hand was just a little closer, he might have taken a nibble out of it. ]
Ugh. [ As he wakes up, the pain of last night's adventure hits him at full blast. With more feeling: ] Ugh.
[ If anyone knows exactly what he's feeling right now, it's Fabian. He stares balefully at his friend, contemplating the likelihood of being able to sleep until he's healed up, then flails one hand out to just sort of... paw at Fabian's face to make sure everything there is intact. It is. Except the eye, but he knew about that one already. Okay. Fabian's not dead. That's good. ]
Please tell me nothing terrible's happened.