[It's about 9:15 am when Kunimi announces his return to the land of the living with a loud, snuffling breath, followed by the sort of groan that always accompanies one's first stretch of the morning. He twists this way and that under the covers, noting a few deep muscle aches that'll probably necessitate a bath to be rid of, then scrubs his hands over his face and -
- oh. Oh shit, that's right. He never made it home, did he?
Whelk seems to have gotten up already, which only redoubles the embarrassment gnawing at Kunimi's gut as he eases himself up onto his elbows, then sits up properly. Jesus, he didn't even put any clothes on. He's mid-reach for his nearby boxer-briefs when a rustling of paper alerts him to Whelk's location in the little home and confirms that he won't just be able to sneak away.]
Heh, uh. Hi. [He rakes a hand through his hair self-consciously.] I... didn't mean to still be here.
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- oh. Oh shit, that's right. He never made it home, did he?
Whelk seems to have gotten up already, which only redoubles the embarrassment gnawing at Kunimi's gut as he eases himself up onto his elbows, then sits up properly. Jesus, he didn't even put any clothes on. He's mid-reach for his nearby boxer-briefs when a rustling of paper alerts him to Whelk's location in the little home and confirms that he won't just be able to sneak away.]
Heh, uh. Hi. [He rakes a hand through his hair self-consciously.] I... didn't mean to still be here.