"Mmmph?" he replied, drowsily, and settled deeper into the warmth, falling more asleep. He was comfortable, like this, despite the odds and the bark scratching his patched jumper. There was grass - a long blade of it stuck out of his hair and brushed his nose, causing him to reach up a hand to brush it away, mumbling.
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Date: 2006-10-16 03:02 pm (UTC)Sleep.