[The reprieve, however short, is still beneficial - Guzma manages to get another forty minutes of sleep as Ren makes her way over to his little shack. During all the ‘updates’ she gives to him, Guzma snorts or hums sleepily in response before stuffing the stone of farspeech down into the depths of his blankets to smother the sound somewhat. His patience seems to have run out...sorry, boo.
When she arrives, Guzma just barely hears Ren’s voice coming from the stone, buried under his mess of blankets and crumpled clothes (and centipuppy plush).]
My bed is warmer. [He is not getting up before he is ready and not a soul can make him.]
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Date: 2018-04-12 06:17 pm (UTC)When she arrives, Guzma just barely hears Ren’s voice coming from the stone, buried under his mess of blankets and crumpled clothes (and centipuppy plush).]
My bed is warmer. [He is not getting up before he is ready and not a soul can make him.]