[You know when you wake up with the worst hangover ever but it's because you're sick and not hungover
that's how Ain wakes up. One arm hanging off of the bed, somehow he's yet again extended his wings out and one of them is draped over Vash behind him. He's got his mouth hanging open, drooling onto the pillow, and when the sun hits his eyes he quite nearly rolls out of bed and onto the floor.
He doesn't. Narrowly. But it's incredible how he's about an inch from doing so. And god, god does he feel like shit, feverish and sweaty and generally gross. His fever isn't high enough to be concerning (necessarily), but he's definitely feeling Nasty.
He groans. Tucks his wings back in. Says something very, very crass in German, and then
rolls out of bed, literally hits the floor but this time it's on purpose he swears, and then picks himself up and goes into the bathroom, where he immediately (immediately!) dips his head under the faucet and waterboards himself with cold water.
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that's how Ain wakes up. One arm hanging off of the bed, somehow he's yet again extended his wings out and one of them is draped over Vash behind him. He's got his mouth hanging open, drooling onto the pillow, and when the sun hits his eyes he quite nearly rolls out of bed and onto the floor.
He doesn't. Narrowly. But it's incredible how he's about an inch from doing so. And god, god does he feel like shit, feverish and sweaty and generally gross. His fever isn't high enough to be concerning (necessarily), but he's definitely feeling Nasty.
He groans. Tucks his wings back in. Says something very, very crass in German, and then
rolls out of bed, literally hits the floor but this time it's on purpose he swears, and then picks himself up and goes into the bathroom, where he immediately (immediately!) dips his head under the faucet and waterboards himself with cold water.
Hi, Ain is fine.]