Astre, when Undertaker had slipped away, simply rolled over with a mumble, curling against the other warm presence in the bed. He isn't even roused enough to question the change or to object against it. For now, he's just happy to still be warm and to be able to sleep a bit longer, burrowing just a little further under the blankets.
[Morning - 2]
The sun had definitely risen by the time Astre dragged himself out of bed with a yawn, rubbing at his eye and his false eye to help wake himself up. Then he wandered out of the room and towards the kitchen, still in his nightshirt, in the hopes of starting a bit of tea. He'd long since stopped expecting tea to be made and ready for him, although he's always happy when Undertaker makes it. It's never tasted badly when the reaper had some ready.
"Morning." Came a sleepy mumble, not quite awake enough yet to remember what day it was.
[Night]
It wasn't missed by at least one of the teen in the house that Undertaker was hurting. Especially since the reaper had confiding in him in Riverview about his heritage. And it had all snapped into focus then, gave him a bit of clarity. So, he'd decided that it was a good time to provide Undertaker a gift.
It had been planned for a Christmas gift but on a day the reaper was hurting, trying so hard to keep the twins happy, he couldn't help himself.
He slipped out of bed and over to his drawer in the dresser, unburying a badly wrapped gift. Really, he didn't think either would be particularly impressive, but he hoped the feeling in it would make up for that. Then he slipped out of the room with a soft "Undertaker?"
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Astre, when Undertaker had slipped away, simply rolled over with a mumble, curling against the other warm presence in the bed. He isn't even roused enough to question the change or to object against it. For now, he's just happy to still be warm and to be able to sleep a bit longer, burrowing just a little further under the blankets.
[Morning - 2]
The sun had definitely risen by the time Astre dragged himself out of bed with a yawn, rubbing at his eye and his false eye to help wake himself up. Then he wandered out of the room and towards the kitchen, still in his nightshirt, in the hopes of starting a bit of tea. He'd long since stopped expecting tea to be made and ready for him, although he's always happy when Undertaker makes it. It's never tasted badly when the reaper had some ready.
"Morning." Came a sleepy mumble, not quite awake enough yet to remember what day it was.
[Night]
It wasn't missed by at least one of the teen in the house that Undertaker was hurting. Especially since the reaper had confiding in him in Riverview about his heritage. And it had all snapped into focus then, gave him a bit of clarity. So, he'd decided that it was a good time to provide Undertaker a gift.
It had been planned for a Christmas gift but on a day the reaper was hurting, trying so hard to keep the twins happy, he couldn't help himself.
He slipped out of bed and over to his drawer in the dresser, unburying a badly wrapped gift. Really, he didn't think either would be particularly impressive, but he hoped the feeling in it would make up for that. Then he slipped out of the room with a soft "Undertaker?"