The fuck? [She mumbles, rubbing her forehead and squinting at the sun barely filtering through the curtains. Even that's enough to make her cringe, but feeling like the percussion section of an orchestra is banging on her eyeballs and eardrums like bongos and the general sense that her skull might implode at any given second are the least of her worries at the moment.
For starters, waking up isn't exactly a common occurrence for the demon - key word being DEMON. Not exactly in need of catching any z's, ever. Strange, she supposes, but not unheard of? She sure doesn't need to sleep, but she's certainly got it in her to enjoy the occasional leisurely nap - or passing out after a lot of sex and booze.
As... would actually... seem to be the case here, given that the population of Not Her Bed seems to be hovering around 2. Meg yawns and stretches, finding it odd that she's still got on the shorts and tank she'd been lounging in the last time she checked her existence. So... did they not bang?
Curiouser and curiouser.
Not exactly one for manners, Meg unceremoniously pokes her sleeping mystery man with a finger and clears her throat.]
Hey. [Being that she's impatient on her best day and this situation is certainly pushing that particular limit, she doesn't wait long at all before raising her voice and poking him a few more times.] HEY. You. Stranger Danger. What the hell is going on?
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For starters, waking up isn't exactly a common occurrence for the demon - key word being DEMON. Not exactly in need of catching any z's, ever. Strange, she supposes, but not unheard of? She sure doesn't need to sleep, but she's certainly got it in her to enjoy the occasional leisurely nap - or passing out after a lot of sex and booze.
As... would actually... seem to be the case here, given that the population of Not Her Bed seems to be hovering around 2. Meg yawns and stretches, finding it odd that she's still got on the shorts and tank she'd been lounging in the last time she checked her existence. So... did they not bang?
Curiouser and curiouser.
Not exactly one for manners, Meg unceremoniously pokes her sleeping mystery man with a finger and clears her throat.]
Hey. [Being that she's impatient on her best day and this situation is certainly pushing that particular limit, she doesn't wait long at all before raising her voice and poking him a few more times.] HEY. You. Stranger Danger. What the hell is going on?