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[onetrackminds]

[It's early morning, or what passes for early morning on the ship, and Anders has actually dozed off a few times. He's also woken up every time Hawke has moved, but he's still been able to get a little bit rest, and he's feeling just a little bit better as well.

But by now, he's also starting to feel hungry. He checks the time: Hawke has been sleeping (on and off, granted) for over eight hours. But he'd been truly exhausted, as well, and he might need more. Anders frowns, and then tries to dislodge himself from Hawke's grip. If he can get to his pouch, there should be an energy bar in there.]

[[ooc: set after all this.]]

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[hawkethat]

[Hawke could probably sleep for eight more hours, but a combination of worry (he's still half-convinced he'll wake up to find Anders gone), biology (he really did drink a lot last night), and motion (Anders seems to be attempting to escape his deathgrip moving about) wake him. Which is fine. Worrying about Anders and making sure he's okay is easier when he's awake, after all.]

Mmmph. Morning?

[It's half question, half salutation, as he shifts off Anders a bit to allow him to move more freely.]

[onetrackminds]

[Anders looks down at Hawke as he speaks, and stops trying to get away.]

It is. But I didn't mean to wake you.

[a little apologetically, he leans down to press a kiss to his cheek.]

[hawkethat]

Mmm. [He smiles when Anders kisses him, and returns the gesture before rearranging himself against him, although he's apparently not actually going to move to get up just yet.]

If it's morning then I should be awake.

[onetrackminds]

You were tired.

[Anders won't blame him if he decides to sleep another eight hours. Although he might starve.]

[hawkethat]

I was.

[He'll grudgingly let go of Anders with one arm so he can start wiping sleep-crud from the corners of his eyes.]

I feel better now, though. Did you sleep at all?

[onetrackminds]

A little.

[he might have dozed for an hour, or even two, he's not sure.]

[hawkethat]

How are you feeling?

[onetrackminds]

I'm good, Hawke. [lies, but he's better.] A little hungry. I was attempting to reach my pouch.

[hawkethat]

If you're hungry, I'll make you something.

[onetrackminds]

You don't have to.

[hawkethat]

Nonsense. You know I'm happy to.

[And he'll drop another kiss on Anders' cheek before rolling away to get up and dress.]

[onetrackminds]

Maybe some eggs, then.

[because what point is there in arguing?]

[hawkethat]

And toast.

[And bacon, if there's any left, but he's going to look before he promises that.]

[onetrackminds]

I'll make some coffee.

[hawkethat]

Alright.

[Hawke will just rummage around in the closet for a moment or two looking for clothes, and basically pull on the first things he finds, which are a pair of soft flannel pajama pants and a dark grey t-shirt which he really should have put on last night...]

[onetrackminds]

[no, he shouldn't have, because Anders enjoyed having something to look at while he stayed awake okay.

And he's going to step up behind Hawke now, smoothing a hand over his back before it disappears into that t-shirt. And he'll keep it there even so.]

Would you prefer tea?

[hawkethat]

If we have any left, I'd like that.

[He'll wrap an arm around Anders' waist and pull him into a quick embrace, complete with another cheek-kiss.]

[onetrackminds]

[he smiles just a little at that, leaning into him.]

Are we running out? We can go to the market later.

[hawkethat]

We're low on a few things, so that's probably a good idea.

[BTW, guess who's tiny and fluffy and panting and whining to be paid attention to?]

[onetrackminds]

[Anders looks down at the tiny and fluffy panting thing which he may have petted and tolerated a little during the night. And then he looks at Hawke.]

Your dog wants to be fed.

[hawkethat]

She missed you, you know.

[But yes, it's definitely time to feed Pearl. She's done more than enough in the past 24 hours to work up an appetite. Hawke will drop one more kiss on Anders' cheek before pulling away...though he catches Anders' hand in his before actually moving to exit their room.]

[onetrackminds]

She was probably happy to have your full attention.

[Anders follows Hawke, and Pearl follows him - and it really is his steps she seems to be dogging. But he'd never admit such thing.]

[hawkethat]

She was pretty listless, actually.

[even the puppy was worried about you, Anders.]


[ooc: the house is packed w/family and I'm hiding upstairs w/my art history book and iPod, so I can't AIM ;;]

[onetrackminds]

Was she running out of socks for her collection?


[ooc: HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME.]