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[This Pokegear has not been turned on for a while. When it did, it started recording a live feed of a certain blond-haired supersoldier lying on his stomach in bed, his face smushed into the pillow. He was possibly drooling on it, and snoring softly.]
--hhhhnk.
[He shifted, and his arm rolled off of the edge of the bed. The sudden drop of one of his limbs woke him, and he lifted his head sleepily from the pillow.]
Hmm?
[Blinking owlishly, Liquid fumbled around the bedside table. The feed was briefly filled with the sight of his calloused palm, then a moment later it was filled with the sight of Liquid's sleepy face.]
... [He peered at the device.] ...When the hell did it get to be March?
[Guess who's been asleep for the past month?]
--hhhhnk.
[He shifted, and his arm rolled off of the edge of the bed. The sudden drop of one of his limbs woke him, and he lifted his head sleepily from the pillow.]
Hmm?
[Blinking owlishly, Liquid fumbled around the bedside table. The feed was briefly filled with the sight of his calloused palm, then a moment later it was filled with the sight of Liquid's sleepy face.]
... [He peered at the device.] ...When the hell did it get to be March?
[Guess who's been asleep for the past month?]
