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[captainryan]

For once, Ryan comes awake slowly and feeling very happy, but reluctant to move himself from the cozy warm spot he's found. Wait, warm? He should be freezing, he thinks as he opens his eyes.

...

How did he get inside? The dread he felt upon waking yesterday has been completely eclipsed by the wave that slams into him now. He snaps up into a sitting position as various scents assault his nose. The one that really grabs his attention is Suzi's.

Oh, God, please no, please God, no...

It's hard to ignore the dog scent, though, since it's coming from right next to him. He was sleeping on a dog? A very large dog. Alright, what the hell is...going...on...

Is that his hand?

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

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[dontlooklisten.livejournal.com]

"You know what?" Whistler says after a moment's thought. "It's just about time for breakfast now, isn't it?"

Because honestly, this is kind of like talking to an Oompa-Loompa and it's got him kinda creeped. He keeps waiting for Ryan to start rhyming.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ooo! "Yes! Let's go downstairs!" exclaims the puppet man, jumping a little in excitement.

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

Suzi coughs a little and says, "We'll, um. Meet you downstairs in a bit? We need to...get...dressed?" and Whistler gets a gentle squeeze under the covers.

[dontlooklisten.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like a plan to me," says Whistler.

Yay for getting dressed. Yes.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Okay! I'll see you two later!" Ryan calls back cheerfully and completely oblivious as he disappears out the door.