[ Go back to sleep has a contrary effect and he yawns widely, tusks on show before he smacks his lips and blinks blearily at the dim room (just as fucking dark as when they fell asleep, thanks Roshona), then up at Molly. ]
Time s'it?
[ Who fucking knows until Caleb moves around the house with purpose at exactly seven-am, to be fair, but it's the first thing out of his mouth. He peers around for the fallen blankets, soldiers lost to the floor. ]
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Time s'it?
[ Who fucking knows until Caleb moves around the house with purpose at exactly seven-am, to be fair, but it's the first thing out of his mouth. He peers around for the fallen blankets, soldiers lost to the floor. ]