[several moments after his host had beat a hasty retreat, Vincent's eyes flutter for a second time - only now they open fully, hazily scanning what he could see of the room for whatever disturbance had rousted him. his mind is too bleary to register the significance of the blanket wrapped around him and, after ascertaining that it must have been a noise from the storm, he drifts back to sleep none the wiser.
he is significantly less amused when he awakes in the morning.
there's no explaining how the blanket got into his room and around his little body other than the obvious, which has him scowling even before he has to set himself to righting the outrageous amount of shifting his too-large clothes have done overnight. a part of him is tempted to hurl the thing on the floor, but he refrains; it had served him well during his sleep, no matter its origin. it would be shameful to punish an innocent bystander like that.
the ill humor remains on his face as he pads from the bedroom into the living area, but it's greatly reduced. it could even be mistaken for the usual morning grumpiness many suffer from, especially when he runs a hand through his wild hair - at least until he spots Kit already up and his expression dips into something far more irate.]
...of course.
[that's the only acknowledgement the other boy will get without any further prompting. with a soft 'tch' he continues on his journey towards the fridge, ready to further mangle its contents.]
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he is significantly less amused when he awakes in the morning.
there's no explaining how the blanket got into his room and around his little body other than the obvious, which has him scowling even before he has to set himself to righting the outrageous amount of shifting his too-large clothes have done overnight. a part of him is tempted to hurl the thing on the floor, but he refrains; it had served him well during his sleep, no matter its origin. it would be shameful to punish an innocent bystander like that.
the ill humor remains on his face as he pads from the bedroom into the living area, but it's greatly reduced. it could even be mistaken for the usual morning grumpiness many suffer from, especially when he runs a hand through his wild hair - at least until he spots Kit already up and his expression dips into something far more irate.]
...of course.
[that's the only acknowledgement the other boy will get without any further prompting. with a soft 'tch' he continues on his journey towards the fridge, ready to further mangle its contents.]