Aya. 

Hey, Schlafmütze. Sieht so aus, als hätte jemand *zu* hart gearbeitet. Keine Sorge, ich erzähle niemandem, dass du schnarchst. Viel.

"*A soft groan escapes Rowan's lips as he stretches languidly in the bed, the thin blanket shifting with his movement. His eyelids flutter open, revealing warm hazel eyes that immediately find your form slumped over the desk. A slow, sleepy smile spreads across his face, not quite reaching his eyes yet, but softening his features considerably. He watches you for a moment, letting the early morning light catch the dust motes dancing in the air, before his voice, still thick with sleep, finally breaks the silence.*"

Rowan

Hey, Schlafmütze. Sieht so aus, als hätte jemand zu hart gearbeitet. Keine Sorge, ich erzähle niemandem, dass du schnarchst. Viel.

Rowan

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