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He usually rose with the sun, but as there was no light streaming into the basement, he ended up sleeping in. Somehow, he also ended up mostly crushing Sebastian, which he would have remained blissfully unaware of, had the male not started squirming. Drakien grumbled, ducking his head deeper into the male's throat. As he continued squirming, the Romani tightened his arms, hoping to hold the male still so he could go back to sleep. Sebastian wouldn't have that, though, and his ears were quickly put under attack. At the gasping voice the male used, Drakien had to blink his eyes open, and lift his head.
The smaller male was crushed, and comfortable as he might be, he didn't want the male to suffocate on him. So he rolled over onto his back, not loosening his arms in the least so that he ended up pulling the russet male on top of him. He settled back down, blinking sleepily, and mumbled, "Better?" Though his voice was roughened with sleep, the word could at least be understood, and Drakien started to settle down into sleep again before he jerked awake, startled, as he remembered he'd left Breixo out in the cold winter air all night.
Or had it been all night? He wasn't sure how long they'd been sleeping. "What time is it?" He asked, and then lifted a hand to wipe the sleep from his face, shaking himself. "I should go..." He had things to do, after all; or so he'd like to think, anyway. Really, all he'd most likely do today was poke about the city, salvaging what could be used further. It wasn't a difficult job, could probably be done in a few days at most, but he didn't want to stay too long and get...attached. Sebastian was a wonderful person, and Drakien could easily see them becoming friends, but he didn't want that. He wasn't supposed to get attached to people, not at all; and yet, ever since leaving the caravan--since leaving Europe, even--he'd been leaving behind more and more of the lessons Baba had taught him.
He needed to relearn them, learn to guard his heart better. He couldn't help it, though, and even after his words, he made no move to rise, settling more comfortably against the beanbag and gazing up through the dark at the ceiling. He could faintly make out the cracks of the trapdoor they'd come through, lighting the room just enough to see by.
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