Margo's Bedroom, 33 Apocalypse, Thursday Morning

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

The early part of the week had been something of a blur of hard-to-control anger with the occasional bone, but Margo's days had been on an upswing since running into Shunsui at the park. At least, she thought so. After all, it was early morning, and she wasn't in bed alone, and whoever it was was both warm and a snuggler.

She'd allow it.

She muttered something to that point and dug into the warmth a bit more. She'd deal with kicking whoever it was out in a second. Right now she was comfortable. Or as comfortable as you could be, when your eyepatch had shifted onto your temple during the night and the string was wrapped into your hair.

[[ for an adorable alien, and possibly the housemate after that thread if he wants to ]]

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[stykera]

Once he was actually awake, Stark would be happy to help with the eyepatch. Or with anything else, really. Though he might need some sustenance first.

For now, Stark was very contentedly snuggled up against a warm body. Contentedly and sleepily because last night had been a very, very good night. It had been a long time since he'd woken up in bed with a woman and he was going to enjoy it by pressing up against her and nuzzling his face into her hair.