[ Morning comes all too soon in the form of Beau banging like hellfire thunder on Fjord's bedroom door, demanding that he be downstairs and ready to work out in ten minutes. It doesn't matter how much exercise you got last night, I want you ready to run! He leans out of bed to blearily yell that yes, he's up, he'll be there in a bloody minute, then promptly collapses back into bed.
It's a wild thirty seconds, completely the opposite of the sleepy morning wake-up he had planned the night before. ]
Fucking ... asshole, Beau.
[ He rolls toward Molly, wrapping around him with a grumble. Warm here. Two more minutes won't hurt. ]
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It's a wild thirty seconds, completely the opposite of the sleepy morning wake-up he had planned the night before. ]
Fucking ... asshole, Beau.
[ He rolls toward Molly, wrapping around him with a grumble. Warm here. Two more minutes won't hurt. ]