 Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor
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Ferris's mind didn't seem to want to wake up just yet, his art of heavy-sleeping helping him to drown out the noise of the busy city streets outside their balcony. The only real difference between the boy now and the boy when he'd fallen asleep (besides the fact that his covers were gone and Vianna was a couple feet away) was the fact that somehow his Nordoff's shirt had come off and he now rested shirtless in the sheets with his plaid pajama pants. Apparently, due to the heat, he'd woken up somehow in the middle of the night and groggily threw off his shirt in the attempt at getting a bit cooler, and had slept more contentedly throughout the night because of it. It was odd, not having to wake up at least three times to tend to Gabe in the middle of the night, but extraordinarily nice for the young man who enjoyed his sleep like nothing else.
As Vianna woke up just a couple feet away from him, the young man remained blissfully asleep, his pale upper body exposed despite the fact that the rest of him was tangled up in the sheets and blankets, his dark brown curls touseled and falling just barely into his peaceful, freshly-shaven expression. He could've kept on sleeping without disturbance had it not been for a stray piece of dust making its way over towards his nose, forcing the young man to scrunch up his expression just slightly, sniffing a couple times before letting out a little sneeze and a sigh. He sunk back into the sheets once more after this little act, letting out a bit of a yawn as he returned to his peaceful state, a hand coming up to absentmindedly scratch his chest as he drifted off into sleep once more.
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