[ The sleeping arrangements in this apartment are a mystery, so I'm just saying they rotate who gets to sleep where. Tonight, Jack was the unlucky loser, so he's sleeping on the floor. At least they get the good luck of the unnaturally deep sleep, so he looks relatively content and peaceful while sleeping.
So, you know, thanks for ruining that, Rhys.
Jack mumbles something in his sleep when Rhys grabs his face, and though it's mostly unintelligible, you could still pick out the word "baby" in there. Slowly, his eyes open as he's stirred out of sleep. ]
Shi—
[ The first thing you do not want to see in murder village is someone covered in blood, so reflexively, Jack kicks up, which might just land right in Rhys's stomach, though he certainly is awake after that. He shifts to sit up quickly, those that unnatural grogginess is still present. At least he's awake enough to add: ]
Christ— Rhys? Shit, don't- Don't friggin' do that!
[ He's at least whisper shouting, but typical Jack, there's no apology given. ]
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So, you know, thanks for ruining that, Rhys.
Jack mumbles something in his sleep when Rhys grabs his face, and though it's mostly unintelligible, you could still pick out the word "baby" in there. Slowly, his eyes open as he's stirred out of sleep. ]
Shi—
[ The first thing you do not want to see in murder village is someone covered in blood, so reflexively, Jack kicks up, which might just land right in Rhys's stomach, though he certainly is awake after that. He shifts to sit up quickly, those that unnatural grogginess is still present. At least he's awake enough to add: ]
Christ— Rhys? Shit, don't- Don't friggin' do that!
[ He's at least whisper shouting, but typical Jack, there's no apology given. ]