Really Just A Mansion on Phoenix Way, Tuesday Morning

[newroutines]

Mornings when Mike didn't immediately have to go anywhere were pretty great.

Mornings when Mike didn't immediately have to go anywhere and there was someone else in his bed with him? The absolute fucking greatest. So waking up today was a pretty happy affair.

Or you know. It would be, once he got to a stage that could be considered being awake. He wasn't quite there yet.

[ooc: For one!]

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[fjordicswagger]

Tamsin yanked a bit more of the blankets over her head while she could.

This really was a fantastic bed.

... and Mike was okay. But mostly the bed and the fantasticness thereof.