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samuraiprosecutor) wrote2008-04-11 05:24 am
samuraiprosecutor) wrote2008-04-11 05:24 am
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[RL 17: Ties That Bind; Edgeworth, Phoenix] [Backdated]
((OOC: Backdated to 4-11-08 comm time, around 5 am.))
It was warm; almost uncomfortably so. Edgeworth frowned as he drifted slightly toward waking, ran his hand through sweat dampened hair, and kicked churlishly (albeit weakly) at the bedding that was smothering him. The heavy linens pulled away, half exposing his bare chest to the cool air, and he gave a soft sigh and allowed himself to sink back into sleep.
He dimly registered the heat still curled against his side, but only as a comfortable balance to and protection against a chill.
It was warm; almost uncomfortably so. Edgeworth frowned as he drifted slightly toward waking, ran his hand through sweat dampened hair, and kicked churlishly (albeit weakly) at the bedding that was smothering him. The heavy linens pulled away, half exposing his bare chest to the cool air, and he gave a soft sigh and allowed himself to sink back into sleep.
He dimly registered the heat still curled against his side, but only as a comfortable balance to and protection against a chill.