Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-26854056-20170717193508

Clyde blinked awake, mewling slightly as he buried his face in the linen sheets in a childish protest, a pout tugging on his lips on instinct. Noticing that the colour of the throw pillows were different than the baby blue ones he had in his own bedroom, he immediately jerked his head up, his eyes bleary with the allure of sleep.

"Mrphing-" He yawned, still unable to un-slur his speech. He curiously tilted his head, squinting at the sunlight that filtered through the blinds. "...Where are we gonna go? It's only seven..."