[Of course she had taken the bed. God or not, Kate made the note that the title just made him all the more fit to be able to sleep anywhere else. So the bed supports both she and Lucky through the night, a much better comfort than when they'd slept in the car for days on end during their ride back across the states. Until, of course, it's ruined by the blaring sound of what could even be mistaken for a weed wacker.
She tries to ignore it, really. But with a groggy groan, she bats at her face to shove the sleeping mask to her forehead before shuffling over the edge of the bed to slip her feet in a set of fluffy slippers.
Stumbling her way to the kitchen still partially asleep, she slaps her hand on the counter as the other settles on her hip.]
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She tries to ignore it, really. But with a groggy groan, she bats at her face to shove the sleeping mask to her forehead before shuffling over the edge of the bed to slip her feet in a set of fluffy slippers.
Stumbling her way to the kitchen still partially asleep, she slaps her hand on the counter as the other settles on her hip.]
What are you doing?