[He doesn't know when he wakes up. He just knows it's warm. He shifts a little, feeling his weight distributed weirdly with his surroundings. Shiro's tangled up with him (and if that isn't a dream, he isn't sure what is), the little griffon nestled against his neck. At some point, Shadow climbed in and fell asleep on his not-used-by-Shiro-leg.
What if every morning they could wake up like this?
What if every morning he didn't feel like he was overheating.
He groans a little, tries to at least get Shadow off him while he sits up to peel his shirt off. It's almost too hot.]
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What if every morning they could wake up like this?
What if every morning he didn't feel like he was overheating.
He groans a little, tries to at least get Shadow off him while he sits up to peel his shirt off. It's almost too hot.]
Come on... Go to the end of the bed at least.