[Dazai does, indeed, like bacon and eggs. Begrudgingly so when the smell pulls him out of sleep, and when he tries to curl up with the body that should be next to him, all his face meets is a nice-smelling pillow.]
...mmphhh.
[No Bedi? Boo.
The burdensome challenge of rolling out of the futon takes a while, and even then he's still a sleep zombie when he shuffles into the kitchen, guided by the scent of good food and a need for skin contact.]
Early.
[The actual hour is irrelevant: waking up is always early, and he slumps as he plants his face between Bedivere's shoulders.]
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Date: 2021-03-21 05:27 am (UTC)...mmphhh.
[No Bedi? Boo.
The burdensome challenge of rolling out of the futon takes a while, and even then he's still a sleep zombie when he shuffles into the kitchen, guided by the scent of good food and a need for skin contact.]
Early.
[The actual hour is irrelevant: waking up is always early, and he slumps as he plants his face between Bedivere's shoulders.]