Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150611190338

Hitori had barely jumped into his hammock before Azulius was already asleep, body leaning against the couch and dead to the world. Azzie's standards for a sleeping surface were inversely proportional to how tired he was. Most nights, a regular bed or a very comfy couch was needed, but tonight he would have been content with a large, flat rock.

His eyes rolled back a little in his head, and his last coherent thought was a hope that the hangover and Crash Cart wouldn't leave him with too strange of a dream.