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He began to move, wrapping the eggs in a few linens. "Let's head back. August and Dali should have breakfast ready."
A couple hours later, Poppy's alarm went off and she sat up with a start, groaning tiredly.
"What about when we sleep?"
She looked up at him, her expression one of interest. "Sure," she said after a moment, heading up and heading to her dresser. "Let me, uh... let...
He went to go make the coffee, yawning tiredly.
"Well, you've seen *squee!* that I haven't, so don't worry. We'll figure it out."
She had fallen asleep while he was going to put on pajamas, but her head rested on his shoulders.
He looked confused, raising one eyebrow. "What... what's going on?"
"Contacts," she said, yawning tiredly. "Sorry to disappoint. What's up? Are we leaving?"
"Hmm. Alright. Works for me."
"Your character won't be determined by whether or not you know what an egg is," he said with a shrug. "Don't fret."
"Yeah," she agreed, lying back against the pillows. "...yeah."
"That's extremely cute. C'mon. Bed."
"Hey, my dude," she said sleepily, running a hand through her hair and walking back into the room. "Come on in."
He flushed slightly, looking down at her. "What was that for?"
"So, that's a no. That's alright."
"Mmm... Jesus. I'm tired."
"Tell me the truth. Did you feel lonely?"
She sat up, her white hair wild and frizzy. She groaned, her hand to her head, and slipped on her glasses, heading to the door and opening it.
He frowned, coming over to her. "What?"
