Lucius stirs a bit when Izzy gets up but, honestly, you can't be a grunt on a ship without being able to sleep through a little jostling. (A lot of jostling.) He'd like to say the noise of the washroom and Izzy's exclamation woke him, but really, it was the cold creeping in through the blankets Izzy had just carelessly tossed away.
Lucius, suddenly and unhappily awoken to no duvet in an air conditioned room, makes a groggy noise of displeasure and gropes for the missing covers. He doesn't find them and waking up to properly manage the task means, well, waking up. He blinks blearily at the bed next to him--the open space is person sized. Then he blinks around the room, disoriented by the angle he fell asleep at--and wouldn't you know it, there's Israel Hands.
In his birthday suit.
Not a bad suit, all in all, and--oh--oh right! Lucius doesn't have a crisis, here, his sleepy face shifts with recognition and a broad grin spreads over it.
"Good morning," he purrs and shifts so he is reclined on his side, half posing. The position's inherent cuteness is complicated, for better and worse, by his sleepy inability to wrangle his long limbs and the mussed quality of his hair.
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Lucius, suddenly and unhappily awoken to no duvet in an air conditioned room, makes a groggy noise of displeasure and gropes for the missing covers. He doesn't find them and waking up to properly manage the task means, well, waking up. He blinks blearily at the bed next to him--the open space is person sized. Then he blinks around the room, disoriented by the angle he fell asleep at--and wouldn't you know it, there's Israel Hands.
In his birthday suit.
Not a bad suit, all in all, and--oh--oh right! Lucius doesn't have a crisis, here, his sleepy face shifts with recognition and a broad grin spreads over it.
"Good morning," he purrs and shifts so he is reclined on his side, half posing. The position's inherent cuteness is complicated, for better and worse, by his sleepy inability to wrangle his long limbs and the mussed quality of his hair.