Morning After Meme

[memesss]

MORNING AFTER MEME



Last night was pretty wild, or maybe it wasn't. You have just woken up, but you are not alone. Perhaps it is a stranger lying next to you, perhaps it's someone you know. It might be your significant other, or a one night stand. The fact remains that you are in bed together, naked (or maybe not) and something happened.

HOW THIS WORKS; 

➊ comment with your character!
➋ reply to others with wild shenanigans.
➌ soap opera drama ensues.


[lovingly stolen from all over the place]

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[madvaporskillz]

[From somewhere closer to the middle of the bed than the foot, there's a steady rumbling of a purring cat. Just what was everyone doing last night?]

[cruelwonder]

[She does enjoy that purring, actually, though he's tucked against her knees since she sleeps curled up. He's warm, too, and that's a bonus.

She blinks herself awake and glances over, half-smiling sleepily. What an odd thing he is.

She lifts herself up on her elbows and uses two fingers to scratch at his head.]

[madvaporskillz]

[A very odd thing, to match an equally odd world. But it suits him, as next to nothing else does; he wouldn't have it any other way. Underland would be quite lacking with a Cat.

Even if the Hatter sometimes doesn't seem to have entirely forgiven him yet.

And of course, a Cat is still a cat and he only purrs that much louder at the scratching. He doesn't plan to go anywhere just yet.]

[cruelwonder]

[He bewilders her at times. Cats are contrary creatures by their very nature and her Cheshire was worst of all. This one was not so different, but he was still...strange. She needs to get used to him.

She does smile, however faint, at his purring. She doesn't want to get up and risk being cold, though tea and breakfast sounds nice.

She rests in bed for another five minutes, cozy, before she finally gets up, grabs her robe, and goes to put on the kettle. And then she's back to at least warm her feet under the sheets.]

[madvaporskillz]

[By the time she makes it back to bed, Chessur has - without seeming to either have woken up, much less shifted position - moved to exactly the center of the warm spot she's just recently left. In the true cat fashion, this is most likely exactly where she'd been intending to sit.]

[cruelwonder]

[Well, that's...irritating. Blasted cat.

She slides in beside him, giving him quite a look.]

I know you're not really sleeping.

[madvaporskillz]

[Chessur doesn't actually answer in words, much less open his eyes, but his grin spreads wider. No, he's not asleep. But he'll happily pretend to be.]