He's not awake enough to even attempt mixing Izzy's tea for him, or even to mix his own--today is a straight tea sort of day, apparently. He blinks blearily and then has a moment of vague alarm. He drops the duvet (not the tea thankfully) and uses his free hand to pat where his pocket would be.
If he weren't, you know, nude.
After blearily groping his leg for a moment he huffs and moves to his discarded trunks. They get hitched on, finally restoring some of his modesty (hah), and he fishes his phone from the pocket. After a moment spent peering at it, he pulls something up and just holds it out, screen pointed at Izzy.
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He's not awake enough to even attempt mixing Izzy's tea for him, or even to mix his own--today is a straight tea sort of day, apparently. He blinks blearily and then has a moment of vague alarm. He drops the duvet (not the tea thankfully) and uses his free hand to pat where his pocket would be.
If he weren't, you know, nude.
After blearily groping his leg for a moment he huffs and moves to his discarded trunks. They get hitched on, finally restoring some of his modesty (hah), and he fishes his phone from the pocket. After a moment spent peering at it, he pulls something up and just holds it out, screen pointed at Izzy.
"Here, scroll down."