[When Sandalphon awakes, it's in a tangle of limbs; his legs and Izumi's haphazardly thrown together, an arm around his waist, one of Izumi's over his shoulder. The low, sweet ache in his hips and the lingering pain from the bruises and bite marks Izumi peppered his collarbone with makes him smile reflexively. As always, he considers healing them up.
As always, he lets them stay where they are.
He glances over at Izumi and reaches over to brush his hair out of his face. It's a mess after last night, and Sandalphon is sure that his own unruly hair is in a similar state.
He shimmies over a little closer to him, seeking the warmth of his body.]
Izumi...are you awake...?
[He murmurs, just barely audible; if he's sleeping, he doesn't want to wake him up.]
you Will give me that fluffy content
As always, he lets them stay where they are.
He glances over at Izumi and reaches over to brush his hair out of his face. It's a mess after last night, and Sandalphon is sure that his own unruly hair is in a similar state.
He shimmies over a little closer to him, seeking the warmth of his body.]
Izumi...are you awake...?
[He murmurs, just barely audible; if he's sleeping, he doesn't want to wake him up.]